A serious matter I heard on my way,
‘Twas
a father and daughter discussing.
The
father was firm in his steadfast decree
That
she go to church instead of sluffing.
But
the daughter bluntly refused as she said,
“I
won’t go to church, and that’s for sure.
It
used to be good, and it used to be fun.
But
I don’t learn a thing anymore.”
“I’m
sick of the fasting, and praying, and stuff.
It
just doesn’t go as it should.
They
certainly ask us to do way too much.
I’m
supposed to be perfectly good!”
The
father stopped walking and turned to his daughter,
A
serious look crossed his face.
For
he had a message so tender to give her,
Before
she ran life’s toughest race.
“Do
you like playing soccer?” The father asked daughter.
She
nodded her head, “Yeah, so what?”
“Then
you’re doing it right.” He spoke quietly now.
“Or
else you wouldn’t play day and night.”
“Do
you like swimming?” Question two now he asked.
“Yes,
I like to do it a lot too.”
“Then
you’re doing it right.” Simply said, that was done.
“Or
else it would not be fun for you.”
“Now,
do you like fasting?” His eyes piercing hers.
“No,
I hate it.” Was her swift reply.
“It’s
hard, and it’s painful, I don’t like not eating.
It’s
too much to ask me to try.”
The
father looked out at the distant sun setting,
The
orange, red, yellow, and blue.
“Then
doing it right, you are not.” He said softly.
“It’s
hard, yes, but swimming is too.
“It
took you three years to learn and love soccer.
You
couldn’t do that in one day.
But
after you’d tried just as hard as you could,
Then
soccer you finally played.”
“You
can’t do things halfway and hope to like them.
It
takes work, courage, faith, and some luck.
You
have to work hard as you possibly can,
At
that fasting, and praying, and stuff.”
Tara J. Howard
Copyright 2010