Am I The Worst Dad in the World?

Sometimes I contemplate this question: Am I the worst dad in the world? The answer, ultimately, is “No.” But, what is it that makes me go there? I suppose the thought pops up when I’m feeling like I’ve “blown it.”

For example, last weekend was particularly tough on the family. Earlier in the week, we’d returned from a family vacation where our normal schedule was thrown out the door. That always leads to cranky daughters, and occasionally cranky parents (I never knew how much I’d become accustomed to the schedule, too).

Behind Every Superhero, There’s a Dad

I reviewed CW’s The Flash for Plugged In this week, and overall, I thought it was pretty cool—a fun, rollicking show predicated on old-fashioned heroism. But the thing that struck me the most about it was our hero’s daddy issues.

According to the CW, Barry Allen became the Flash after he was struck by a bolt of scientifically augmented lightning, which gave him the ability to go super fast. But Allen’s origin story really doesn’t begin with that.

The Importance of Fatherhood

“If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea…”
Matthew 18:6

I have read this verse many times, but I have need really stopped to think about it and apply it to my life, until today. I just heard a sermon in which the pastor described what Jesus was referring to when he spoke about this and how it applies to me as a dad.