Why I Love My Dad: United in Christ Featured

Written by  Nadine Templer -- Dubai Friday, 13 June 2014 12:00

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Growing up I was daddy’s little girl. My father was a good dad in many ways and he meant well, but we were not Christians. In fact we did not even believe in God, never went to church, and never read the Bible. In attempting to raise me well, my dad was too strict. There was a lot of harsh discipline in trying to make me the “perfect” daughter.

As a teenager, I rebelled badly and our relationship deteriorated. I left home and moved in with a boyfriend. It broke my dad’s heart. By the time I studied the Bible in 1983, I had so much hatred in my heart towards my father that I almost did not become a Christian. It was the hardest thing for me to repent of.

I did repent though, and I started repairing my relationship with my dad. I remember thinking that if I did not make it, then my family would never have a chance. Everyone else in my family became a disciple, but my father held back. He fought his own demons for many years before finally getting baptized in 1999, 16 years after me.

Dad BaptismI now realize how alike we were, which is probably why we clashed so much. I also realize that in spite of the extreme discipline measures, my dad instilled in me a love of hard work, integrity, and a passion for whatever I do. He also taught me to love the underprivileged and to fight for justice. I am also grateful for the fact that he never held me back. When I announced I was becoming a Christian, he was shocked, but he did not try to stop me. Three years later when I told him I was moving to India, he never tried to convince me otherwise. When he only saw my children and I once a year at most as we lived on the mission field, he never complained.

In fact, he told me often that he loved me. He also repeatedly told me I was beautiful, smart, and I could do anything I set my heart to do. Those words sank deep into my heart growing up and I credit my dad for many of the things I live by today and for the confidence I feel. I have two brothers, but my dad never made me feel any different or less capable because I was a girl.

nadine dadMy father passed away ten years ago after a long battle with cancer. He went to heaven. I am so glad we were able to reconcile and actually do much more than that. We became really close. That was only possible through the blood of Christ.

When I think of my dad, Gerard, looking down from heaven, I am glad I decided to become a disciple. 

Nadine is a member of the Dubai Intercultural Fellowship.
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