“You have a movement,” the pastor said.  I hadn’t thought about it that way.

The two of us were discussing ways that my various programs could help the church and its congregation become a family of believers who could connect to others by sharing stories.  As we talked about daddin’, he made the comment about a movement.  I was taken aback.

I know that at every presentation or book reading that I do, there are tears in the audience; I know that in one-on-one conversations with men and women about dads and father figures, there are welled-up eyes and shared stories.  I know there is an appreciation for dads, but less interest in “how to” or “guidelines.”  People respond to the emotions and memories of things positive and less than positive involving our dads.  Admit it, you probably cried when Forrest Gump met his son.  I still do.

A movement.  That would be nice.  A movement of dads, father figures, men, moms, women, human beings who relish the moments of life and living, particularly those with children.  The world would be a better place.