Loving the Child Who Drops the Ball
In this excerpt from his book Dad Time, pastor and author Max Lucado recalls the day when he came to understand the steadfastness of his father's love.
Dropping a fly ball may not be a big deal to most people, but if you are thirteen years old and have aspirations of the big leagues, it is a big deal. Not only was it my second error of the game, it allowed the winning run to score.
I didn't even go back to the dugout. I turned around in the middle of left field and climbed over the fence. I was halfway home when my dad found me. He didn't say a word. Just pulled over to the side of the road, leaned across the seat, and opened the passenger door.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to. We both knew the world had come to an end. When we got home, I went straight to my room, and he went straight to the kitchen. Presently he appeared in front of me with cookies and milk. He took a seat on the bed, and we broke bread together.
Somewhere in the dunking of the cookies I began to realize that life and my father's love would go on. In the economy of male adolescence, if you love the guy who drops the ball, then you really love him.
My skill as a baseball player didn't improve, but my confidence in Dad's love did. Dad never said a word. But he did show up. He did listen up. To bring out the best in others, do the same.
Max Lucado is the author of Dad Time: Savoring the God-Given Moments of Fatherhood, a collection of his writings about being a dad, including stories about his relationship with his father and with his children. This story was excerpted by permission of the publisher, Thomas Nelson Books.