Papa, can you hear me?

I love my church for many reasons, but one of the big ones has got to be the men. Now, before you get all fired up to preach at me about keeping myself focused on things above, let me explain. I love that the men in my church are real men. They lead their families with strength, humbleness, integrity, and an earnest fear of God. I feel like across the board in both secular and religious circles, fatherhood is making a comeback, Praise the Lord! Children desperately need daddies. In a day and age when young ladies are seeking affection (physical and emotional) from practically any and every man they come in contact with, never has the demand for strong male headship in families been more prevalent. I'm a huge fan of www.fatherhood.org, and their mission. Below is one of my favorite ads, it's absolutely precious. If you are a father (doesn't matter if your children are grown or still growing), I encourage you to check out this website, then take action! You have buckets of influence over your child's emotional, mental, and physical well being both now and in the future.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I'll begin;
Here I'll raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I've come;
And I hope by, Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus saught me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me,
Mortal tongue can never tell;
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Hear's my heart, O take it and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.


-words by: Robert Robinson, 1758