Growing up without my father really affected my identity. When I was a year-and-a-half old, he just skipped out and never came back. Now this was in 1948.
There was a gaping hole in one-half or more of my identity. This feeling colored everything I ever did in life. I really looked and looked for validation from an older man and I never found it, not once. A black hole, an abyss where there was ignorance about my background, filled by heart.
My mom was extraordinary. She knew how to love unconditionally. That was great. When I found my dad when I was in my late twenties, he totally rejected me. Even though I tried to cover it up, I hid a lot of bitterness and anger at being rejected.
Why do I bring this up? My son, Justin, and what he wrote in his blog, the Confessions of an Undercover Geek. He talks about being a college student trying to sort out his role in the world. He's tall, dark and handsome and really good at what he does. I bet you could see his name on one or more books about some aspect of his field. He's getting ready to launch for life after college.
The source of his real identity is clear to him, especially as we approach Easter. It's not me. It's not his mom. It's not IT. It's his other Father.
He's got it. But, it's easy to get distracted, especially as you move on in life. The cycle started by my earthly father has been broken and a new one has been started by my Heavenly Father.
If you ever struggle with these sorts of issues, then I would encourage you to review the Easter Story, the one found in the Bible and not in the DaVinci Code. This is Holy Week and I'm looking forward to each day of it.
Tags: DaVinci Code, Holy Week, Easter, identity, life, fathers, Jesus
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