6-16-2017 Missing Fathers Days

“Father’s Day” began with memorial service held in 1908 for a large group of men, many of them fathers, who were killed in a mining accident in Monongah, West Virginia in December 1907. According to the website, “Father’s Day is an occasion to mark and celebrate the contribution that your own father has made to your life.” “Furthermore, we have had human fathers who corrected us, and we paid them respect. Shall we not much more readily be in subjection to the Father of spirits and live?” (Hebrews 12:9 NKJV). One of the major problems in our society are all the children who don’t know their “human father” and have not learned to respect someone who loves them and cares about their behavior. Respect and obedience are learned from a father—unless he’s not there!
This is Johnny Polk, with “Words of Wisdom” brought to you by the Oneida church of Christ.

#fathers-day, #love

You know I how know Father’s Day is coming?

Father’s Day is on its way! Know how I know? The TV commercials.

Garden-hoses, car washing kits, flashlights, tool-sets … the amount of commercials selling these items seem like they have doubled the last couple of weeks.

This dad doesn’t want stuff. I’m tired of stuff. I don’t care if it’s on sale – if it’s not needed more money was still spent than what could have been saved. Continue reading

#fathers-day, #stuff

Hugh’s News & Views (Daddy)



Daddy was always daddy to me—never dad or pop, and certainly not the formal father. He was only twenty-one years old when I, the oldest of three children, was born. I always remember him as a modest man, somewhat shy, who remained reserved until he got to know the people he was with.

Daddy obeyed the gospel in October of 1948. I was ten years old at the time and well remember the event. He was baptized in a lake north of town before the evening service of a gospel meeting. When we arrived back at the place of the meeting for the services that evening, Paul Simon the preacher, said, “Brother Fulford, I will call on you to lead our closing prayer this evening.” Two hours or so after his baptism, daddy led his first public prayer! (Note: Churches today who think they have to have a highly organized involvement ministry might take a lesson from this!)

Daddy loved the Lord, the church, and the Bible. I do not know how many times he read the Bible through, but I know it was many, many times. He loved my mother and his children, and he showed that love in so many ways. He loved good singing, good preaching, and faithful preachers. He enjoyed discussing the Bible with others, especially preachers whom he respected.

Daddy worked hard all his life and made many sacrifices for his children. He saw to it that neither he nor his family ever suffered deprivation. At two different stages in their lives, mother and daddy raised chickens (in addition to their regular jobs).

I recall going with daddy to the woods, getting on the other end of a crosscut saw, and cutting wood for the fireplace with which we heated our home in northwest Florida.

I recall him getting up early and driving me over my morning paper route on rainy days.

I remember him severely rebuking me for playing the pinball machine at the local bus station. To him I was wasting my time, wasting my paper route money (a nickel a game, as I recall), and worst of all…to him I was gambling! How I talked myself out of a whipping the second time he caught me engaging in that idle, time-wasting activity I will never know!

Daddy loved corny jokes and good clean fun. One year as the Christmas season approached, he told the Carbine boys (his Florence AL neighbors three boys) that he had heard on the radio that Christmas might be canceled that year. Talk about three crestfallen little fellows! All three of those boys, now successful businessmen in Florence and Nashville (one now deceased), served as pallbearers at daddy’s funeral, and all made nice monetary contributions to various Christian causes in his memory.

While he knew full well that what he was saying was incorrect, he always referred to bankruptcy as bankruptured. He thought that was a more graphic way of describing the matter. Being a man of modest means and always frugal in his finances, daddy could never understand why people who made a lot of money could be so foolish in money matters as to go backruptured.

Daddy took pride in his house, yard, and garden. Everything around the house was always neat and clean and in its place. He could not stand weeds, trash, and clutter. He lived by the motto, “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” When driving though the countryside, if he saw a piece of property that was not properly cared for he would say it looked like a throwed away place.

I remember going with him on his preaching appointments to the small country churches in Walton and Holmes Counties in Florida. I remember saying to him on the way to church one Sunday that I would like to preach some Sunday. That day he announced to the congregation that when he returned in two weeks I would deliver the lesson. This was at the PleasantValleyChurch of Christ, south of Ponce de Leon, Florida. I was fourteen years old, perhaps had just turned fifteen, and maybe had made one or two talks at the Liberty Church of Christ in Walton County. But the “sermon” at PleasantValley was among my first feeble, boyish efforts to stand before an audience and present a lesson from the Bible.

Daddy was not a perfect man; he was human, but I am not conscious of any glaring faults in his life. I never heard him use profanity of any kind, though he had a few slang expressions that he used before he became a Christian. He promptly stopped smoking, cold turkey, when he obeyed the gospel. He often said he could not picture Jesus going around with a cigarette hanging out of His mouth. He was simple in his personal tastes, a little peculiar when it came to his eating, knew nothing of worldly sophistication, but was always a true gentleman.

Daddy passed from this world to that land that is fairer than day on October 17, 2004, two weeks to the day following his 88th birthday. He had been a Christian for fifty-six years. Precious memories!

Speaking schedule:

June 19: Hillcrest Church of Christ, Springfield, TN

June 26: Wingate Church of Christ, Nashville, TN

July 3: Dalraida Church of Christ, Montgomery, AL

Hugh Fulford

June 18, 2013

#fathers-day, #hughfulford

What I learned from Dad

Life has a way of altering what one currently thinks with the way it was “back then.” Reflecting on this Father’s Day I thought I would express a few things I learned from dad.

  1. What needed to be done had to get done regardless of whether you knew how it could be done or even when.
  2. I played ball for dad’s baseball teams. He always expected me to put forth more effort than anyone else on the team. It did not matter that I was better than anyone else or not, most often I was not. Dad knew what I was capable of doing and if I did not do it, he let me know.
  3. You play or work when you’re hurt. In the early 70’s I was on dad’s team. During a game I received a hair-line fracture above my ankle. I rolled on the ground in pain. We did not know it at the time, however, that it was a fracture. I hobbled around for a couple-three weeks (I think). Dad was aggravated and thought I was being a “sissy.” Dad was mistaken in his approach to this, but I learned a great lesson – one has to be tough and play (work) through things that are constraining.
  4. There is a difference between a woman and a lady. A lady is to be treated with respect above measure and given all due deference. She is to be protected and honored above all. A woman, on the other hand, is treated like a man: with kindness, propriety, and respect, but not the same as one treats a lady. Even today I make that same distinction.
  5. Dad was plain-spoken. He could be brutally honest, but tactfully clear. He was not long-winded. He took few words to say what needed to be said.

I suppose a child will take something of their parent (or parents) and mold it into who they are today. I did, and these are some of the things I took from my dad. He died in 1987; I was 27. How our daughters will look at their dad I can’t say, but this is how I remember some of what he had done to teach me.

Posted 6.17.2012


What Makes a Man?

What is it? What’s the checklist? Certain height? Certain weight? Certain mark on the bench-press? The ability to father children?

Answer: A man is someone who can put aside his childish wants in place of his child’s needs!

Spending time with a child should not feel like “doing time” with them. A man is someone who treats his family right. A man is someone who does right because it is right.

Happy Father’s Day to all the men out there who act like a dad!

#family, #fathers-day, #responsibility

A dad’s influence, personal evangelism, devotionals

• How many are going to make a visit to dad on Father’s Day? I think I read somewhere that the person most influential in a child’s development is the dad, more so than the mother. What do you think of that? Think it’s true?

• Ron Boatwright has some interesting material on personal evangelism, as well as a three-lesson personal study in PDF format. I don’t know Ron, but I assume he’s on the straight and narrow. What I’ve read on his site so far is good. We can always use more help and resources on personal evangelism, doncha think?

• Speaking of personal evangelism, Clayton Pepper was a great evangelist among us. New Zealander Dave Hart posted an article of his recently, “Five Principles of NT Evangelism” in his Notes on Facebook. Many important points to ponder. Brother Clayton knew how to motivate.

• My devotional today is a strong one, on reputation vs. obedience, perhaps more so than normal. Over on GoSpeak, I explain why. Expect reaction. I note on the latter site that I’ve been doing these since 1999, albeit not always daily. Don’t know how Don R. does it, twice a day.

• Once more on fathers: Eli must not have been a good father. “The sons of Eli were wicked men. They did not recognize the Lord’s authority” (1 Samuel 2:12 NET). The man of God sent to speak to him laid the fault at Eli’s feet (vv. 27-36). He apparently just wagged his finger at his sons and nothing more (vv. 22-25). Because one is a religious man does not mean he will be a good father, which involves discipline — making the children behave. Then they will respect the Lord’s authority. So we thank God for those fathers who are not permissive but require obedience of their children.

#bible-devotionals, #fathers-day, #personal-evangelism

Father’s Day


Little boys with grown-up air,
Furrowed brow and graying hair,
Little boys who long to fish,
Wistful-eyed with long-dreamed wish.

Working long hours through the day,
Wondering which of bills to pay,
Talking, smiling when you’re tired,
Knowing these things are required.

Buying shoes for little feet,
That go racing down the street,
Going to bed too tired to pray,
Bless you on this Father’s Day.

–Carlyn Edwards

"If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent? Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your Heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?" Luke 11:11-13

"Thoughts For Today to Brighten Your Day"

by Glenn, Mercedes and Lauren Hitchcock

#boys, #fathers-day, #poetry

Hated Term

n honor of Father’s Day, let me say that I HATE the term, “Baby Daddy!

#baby-daddy, #father, #fathers-day

Fathers, What is Your Legacy?

I have posted my PowerPoint Sermon on my blog. Father’s what can we learn from Hezekiah about how to build our legacy? And we find what are probably the most chilling words any earthly Father speaks in all of Scripture.

#fathers-day, #fathers, #moving-word, #powerpoint, #sermon, #slideshare

A new poem for my dad in honor of Father…

A new poem for my dad in honor of Father’s Day: “His Guiding Hand.”

#dads, #fathers-day, #poetry