Friends from Living Hope Church got me this t-shirt. There were lots of requests for info on how to get it. My friends just got it by typing “Dads Against Daughters Dating” on eBay. It’s a funny shirt that annoys my eldest daughter. I know how young guys are (cause I was one). In most cases, they have a lot to learn about how to treat a girl before earning the right to date one of my little ladies. Many guys never figure it out.
But, the story of four boyfriends at the movie theater in Aurora, Colorado shows that there is hope for the next generation.
The Huffington Post reported that three young men died protecting their girlfriends from the onslaught of bullets, and one more brave young man died later of the same act of valor. Jon Blunk, Matt McQuinn, Alex Teves, and one other (whose name I couldn’t find) risked their own lives to protect the young women they were with. There wasn’t time to think. These guys did what was natural to them, and they paid the ultimate price. Jesus put this action into perspective when he said that there is no greater love than that shown when a person lays down his or her life for a friend. I don’t know if any of these guys were afraid of marriage because of the stereotypical fear of commitment, but if there was any doubt about their love, they proved it by what they did that fateful night.
And I am grateful. I’m grateful because they did a Jesus thing even if they didn’t know him. That gives me hope. First of all, if guys out there have Jesus-like tendencies, maybe they’re more attuned to take in his story than Christians realize. Secondly, that means there are at least a few guys out there ready to treat my daughters properly.
Thanks, gentlemen, for your sacrifice. Thanks for your display of true love in an age when the concept of love is minimized and distorted. Thanks for showing me that there’s hope for the young men of this country. Your families and your country are extremely proud, and we honor you. Whether or not you knew Jesus, you can be sure he’s please with your actions. After all, he knows where you’re coming from more than anybody else.
Ok, so the Dad in me prompts me to continue wearing my D.A.D.D. shirt, but maybe just a little less.