[fatherless generation] chapter 7: returning the favor

Alone by Tanya Little

Written by Kevin DeShazo

Kevin is a husband to Megan, dad to Gabe (and one on the way), coffee lover and blogger. He blogs at DadLife.net and is the President of Element Healthcare Staffing. He lives in Oklahoma City with his family. His mom still sends him Reese's on Valentine's Day. Feel free to do the same.

April 4, 2011

Alone by Tanya Little

What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.  ~A.W. Tozer

During my college summers, I worked at a day camp in Tulsa.  While it was considered a “Christian” camp, it was mostly about enjoying the outdoors with activities like canoeing, archery, nature hikes and a ropes course.

We generally had a lot of return campers from year to year – some even came multiple weeks throughout the summer.  Two such kids were twin brothers, Tim and Jordan.  They came to the camp from age 5 until age 13.  Each summer.  For at least 5 of the 8 weeks.  For my last 2 years there, I was there counselor nearly every week.

We all knew them.  Knew their story.  Of how their dad died when they were very young.  Abandoned.  Left alone.  Their camp counselors being the only picture of male consistency in their lives.

Of course I didn’t think about that then.  I just saw them as two boys that I could try to make a good impression on.  Be the “cool” camp counselor.  Little did I know of their hurt.

It came out in bits and pieces.  Somebody would say the word “dad” and the expression on the twins’ faces would change. Quickly, the conversation would move to a different subject.  Of course I didn’t recognize it at the time.

It has been said that God created man in his image, and man returned the favor.

Looking back, it’s obvious how the twins felt about God.  Replaying conversations in my mind I see them speak of Him as if he were a distant relative, a pen pal from a foreign country, the friend from 1st grade that moved away.

Never were words like near, friend, counselor used.  Never was God referred to as Father.

Now the twins have graduated high school.  They play in rock bands, are covered with tattoos and based on limited Facebook updates, are broken.  One of them posted a video last week playing guitar in what appeared to be his garage.

I didn’t see the happy, out-going, full of life boy that I used to see each summer.  I saw a boy that is searching, confused, without any direction.  And without any man to teach him.  And I wept.

Sitting at my desk over lunch, I wept.

At missed chances.  At my ignorance.  At my interest in being cool instead of doing my job as a counselor.  At what should have been (and what still can be).

Then I prayed.

Because regardless of what they may or may not think about God, he is forever thinking of them.  And he….is in stubborn and reckless pursuit of their hearts.


1 Comment

  1. Donald Borsch Jr

    >>Never was God referred to as Father.

    This simply has not changed, even within The Bride herself.
    Shame, really.
    Jesus sent us His only Son so that we would call Him as Father.
    We have much work to do.


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[fatherless generation] chapter 7: returning the favor

by Kevin DeShazo time to read: 2 min