FATHER’S WEEK: From Disruption to Divine Assignment

Last week reminded me of a timeless truth:

Life is not defined by certainty.

Because in this world, certainty is a myth.

We long for predictability. But life hands us disruption.

We pray for consistency. But often, we receive contradiction.

Still, I’ve come to accept, deeply, that the only true certainty is PEACE.

Not the fragile peace of comfort zones or clear plans.

But the unshakable peace that Christ offers:

“My peace I give unto you, not as the world gives…”

“Be anxious for nothing… and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts…”

I remember a message preached years ago by Jack Hayford at our church, The Fountain of Life Church, Ilupeju, Lagos, titled: “Receiving an Unshakable Kingdom in a Shakeable World.”

That is the bedrock of my theology.

That is the foundation of my fatherhood.

The Week Began with Disruption

It started with our son.

Sleeplessness. Crying. Constant scratching. Discomfort.

By Monday morning, we were in the doctor’s office.

The diagnosis: a contagious viral infection.

No daycare for the week.

Full attention and care required at home.

My wife had to work.

So, fatherhood called, and I answered.

But hear me clearly:

This was not a sacrifice.

This was a duty.

I am a father.

And fatherhood, by its very definition, demands involvement.

This modern label, “involved father” causes me pain.

It implies that involvement is an exception, when it should be the essence.

Fatherhood is source hood. It is presence. It is priesthood.

Whether biological, adoptive, fostered, or chosen, if you’re not prepared to show up, you’re not prepared to be a father.

The Doctor Spoke. I Declared, Silently.

The doctor, with professionalism and concern, said:

“This is just the beginning. It will spread. He will itch more. He won’t be able to sleep. His mouth will burn. You could also get infected, it’s highly contagious. He’ll need to stay out of daycare for the entire week.”

I nodded respectfully. I listened attentively.

I did not argue. I did not interrupt.

Because faith doesn’t need to quarrel with facts.

It doesn’t shout, it stands.

So, under my breath, I began to cancel each prognosis, one by one.

Silently. Calmly. In spiritual authority.

“This will not progress.”

“This is the mildest it will ever be.”

“It ends here.”

“He will sleep.”

“He will heal.”

“He will play.”

I stood, not in rebellion, but in revelation,

as the priest over my home and the father over my son.

And So It Was.

Yes, he stayed home the entire week.

But not in pain. Not in weakness.

He was fine, whole, joyful, bouncing, laughing.

We ran through the streets together.

He rode his bicycle and scooter with glee, his laughter echoing like music through the air.

Every so often, he’d shout,

“Daddy, I’m going super-duper fast!”

And I would cheer him on,

“Yes, go, son! Go faster!”

It wasn’t just recovery.

It was revival.

It wasn’t just a week off.

It was a week fully lived.

My wife later said something profound:

“God gave you your Father’s Day gift differently and abundantly. He gave you the gift of a full week with your son.”

And that’s exactly what it became.

I didn’t just celebrate Father’s Day.

I was immersed in Father’s Week.

Six days of raw, intentional, priestly parenting.

Six days of wrestling and rejoicing.

Six days of laying hands, saying prayers, wiping tears, and building memories.

Yes, my calendar suffered.

Yes, projects were paused.

Yes, some deadlines were missed.

But I would not trade any of it for the world.

This Is My Testimony

I am a 50+ dad.

I am not part-time. I am not occasional. I am not absent.

I am a priest.

I am a father.

And fatherhood has taught me that true parenting is not about convenience,

It is a calling.

It is listening and discerning, not just reacting.

It is watching with spiritual eyes, not just physical ones.

It is knowing when to be quiet, and when to declare.

From disruption came joy.

From sickness came stillness.

From a week of canceled plans came a deposit of destiny.

So no, I didn’t celebrate Father’s Day.

I was ordained into Father’s Week.

And it was glorious.

#MemoToMySon

May you always remember:

Your father didn’t just carry your name, he carried your healing.

He didn’t just provide for you, he prayed you through.

He didn’t just play with you, he prophesied over you.

This is my committed priesthood.

This is my power parenting.

This is my eternal peace.

💬 CALL TO ACTION

If this speaks to you, I invite you to:

✅ Share your own Father’s Week or parenting moment in the comments.

✅ Tag a father, mentor, or priest in your life who stands in the gap.

✅ Save or share this with someone who needs encouragement in this season.

Let’s remind the world that fatherhood is not a label, it’s a legacy

Do have an INSPIRED Week ahead with the family.

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