Happy Father’s Day 2012

Happy Fathers Day to all dads and those who are not biological dads, but are the closet to a father that some children have in their lives. My father went to be with the Lord in 2007. He was such a blessing. He was well liked and respected in the neighborhood. After I left, new fatherless families moved in. The young boys in those families would always stop to talk to my father whenever he was doing work outside around the house, especially out back in the driveway. The few that I have run into over the years always expressed their appreciation for those talks.

The following is from a Fathers’ Day post in 2007. My father passed in September of that year.

What wonderful things can I say about my father that I have not said on this blog? You know I feel that my father is the greatest. If there is a world cup for fatherhood, he is the winner. I am around younger adults today who cannot relate to having a father in the home. There are some whom can only relate to having a father in their life for only a certain amount of time while growing up due mostly to divorce. I have pleasant memories of my father walking into the house after work at 5:25 pm. My family sat down to dinner about 15/20 minutes later. He helped with homework, assisted me and my sisters in special projects, and took us places.

Proverbs 20:7

The righteous man walks in his integrity; His children are blessed after him.

I think I grew up in the era that was the end of the consistent 2 parent family. During the fifties and sixties, all my neighborhood friends lived in homes with both their mother and father. It was the same for most of my elementary school classmates with the very tiny exception of those living with one parent due to death. Some of my friend’s fathers were in the home but were distant, and were such disciplinarians that some of my friends were afraid of them. My father corrected my wrong behavior, but I was never afraid of him. He is and was always outwardly loving, and affectionate. I could always go to him. He has always been special.

My father loved music. He sang on church and job choirs. He sometime sang solos. My father was not a big fan of contemporary Christian music unless it  was the likes of Sandi Patty or Steve Brock doing the singing. He preferred more of the traditional types of singing voices and Christian music. Being a tenor, he loved quality tenor singing. The chosen music selections and the quality voices singing them are what my father would prefer.

Father’s Day 2011

Proverbs 20:7

The righteous man walks in his integrity; His children are blessed after him.

This is a composite of past Father’s Day posts with some tweaking.

Here it is Father’s day and there are so many children and adults who have had very little if any contact with their fathers. Some hardly have a clue as to who could be their father. I worked with people who gave me a strange look when I talked about my Dad, because they could not relate to a male parent. I am blessed to have never known what that was like. The state of fatherhood appears to continue to decline. The Lord Jesus Christ is the best answer for halting that decline. Husbands and fathers who decided to make Jesus Christ Savior and Lord in their personal lives, have made the very best decision for their entire families. When my father made his decision for Christ, it made all the difference in the world. To all fathers outside of Christ, invite Him in to save you from the eternal effects of your wrong doing i.e. sins. Let the Lord establish you. This will result in your family being blessed. 


I think I grew up in the era that was the end of the consistent 2 parent family. During the fifties and sixties, all my neighborhood friends lived in homes with both their mother and father. It was the same for most of my elementary school classmates with the very tiny exception of those living with one parent due to death. Some of my friend’s fathers were in the home, but were distant, and were such disciplinarians that some of my friends were afraid and the relationship was on the weak side.  My father corrected my wrong behavior, but I was never afraid of him. He was always loving, and affectionate. I could always go to him. He was so special. My father went to be with the Lord in 2007.  

My father, a tenor who sang on the church choir and sang solos loved hymns, anthems and sacred music sung by strong quality voices. The music selection was a favorite of my father. 

Steve Brock