Hi Readers! And Happy Father’s Day, Fathers! Thank you for joining us today for David Telbat’s special Father’s Day Story, “Automatic Postcard.“
Author’s note: A few weeks ago, I wrote what some might call a tearjerker for Mother’s Day, titled “Mother to Mother,” and I must hold true for Father’s Day. This story is not meant to break the heart, but to remind each of us that we are not alone. We sometimes feel alone in our “mission fields,” I know. But, not only do we have God dwelling inside us, comforting us as we are serving faithfully, there are many others who pray for us and walk beside us from their own mission fields. My father is one of those who is active in the field and in prayer. Thank you, Dad, for teaching me to be a better man for the Lord. Happy Father’s Day. –David.
A Father’s Day Short Story
by D.I. Telbat
Wesley Morgan tossed a stick for his black lab as he walked to the end of the driveway to his mailbox. Even though his son was serving Christ with COIL on the mission field, Brad had never forgotten a Father’s Day. Would this year be different?
After thumbing through five letters, Wes frowned. Still nothing from Brad? Suddenly, he spotted a postcard he’d missed in the back of the mailbox. He grinned with pride as he recognized his son’s messy scrawl.
His lab pawed at Wesley’s leg, but Wes didn’t acknowledge the dog. Instead, he felt a chill sweep through the core of his body as he read Brad’s words:
Dear Dad, If you get this postcard, I hope you know what it means when I say it’s to be sent to you automatically under certain circumstances. Give my love to Mom and the girls. If Sadie is at your side, throw her a stick for me. It’s all for Christ, Dad. We’ll see each other before you know it. Brad.”
Wesley’s knees buckled and he fell against the mailbox. Conscious of neighbors that could be watching, Wes recovered his stance, though he felt weak-kneed and his chin trembled. Sadie seemed to sense something was wrong and whined next to him.
No one but Wesley knew that Brad had been an undercover Christian agent for COIL—and no one could ever know. Otherwise, the family would be in danger from whoever had taken Brad’s life.
So, Brad was gone. Wes took a deep breath and wiped his moist eyes. He couldn’t tell anyone, not even Brad’s sisters in high school, who were also considering entering the turbulent mission field. If they followed their brother’s path and became special operatives for COIL, so be it. For the sake of Christ, Wesley would support them.
“See you soon, Son,” Wesley whispered.
It was tough news to receive the day before Father’s Day, but Wesley gradually grasped the reality of the sacrifice his son had made—Brad had died for his Lord and Savior. And though Wes would never know the details of his death, or even Brad’s final wishes or words, all that mattered was that Brad was with Jesus now.
“Here you go, Sadie.” Wes took the lab’s stick and tossed it across the lawn. “This one’s for Brad, girl.
The dog tore across the grass, and Wesley tried to adopt her renewed spirit. For Brad, there would be no funeral, no memorial. He would simply be “overseas” and, “in the mission field.” There would be no more periodic mail, and Wesley would comfort his family with cheerful excuses, as if Brad was simply too busy to write.
But in his heart, Wesley would both grieve and rejoice. His son had been killed doing the Lord’s work. That truth would make this Father’s Day a more contented one.
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