This Is What Happens When You Give My Dad The Remote

Watching television or a movie with Dad was always an adventure. He wasn’t the most proficient user of the remote control and had trouble identifying which button performed which function. An inappropriate commercial would flicker onto the screen and Dadwould leap into action, saying loudly, ?Hey, close your eyes, close your eyes!?, all the while fumbling with the remote in a desperate effort to change the channel. Invariably he would turn up the volume?instead of changing the channel.

?Woops, sorry guys,? he would apologize. Then he would study the remote for a moment, point it at the television, and confidently hit the mute button. ?What is going on with this thing?? he would say. Finally, after several more seconds of frantic button pushing, he would change the channel just as the commercial was ending.

It was the same story with movies. Inappropriate scene appears on the screen, Dad begins saying in a loud voice, ?Don’t look, don’t look, close your eyes!? and then proceeds to put the movie in slow motion, extending the length of the scene by several minutes.

Despite my dad’s clumsy remote handling, I learned a lifechanging lesson: holiness matters. I learned what it means to strive for holiness and to ?flee youthful passions? (2 Timothy 2:22). It became clear to me that sin was dangerous and not a thing to be trifled with.

While I was growing up my dad sought to impress two truths about sin upon my heart. First, sin is a terrible offense against God. Dad made it clear to me that my sin wasn’t primarily against him, but against God. He never said to me, ?I’m so disappointed in you,? or, ?You really let me down.? Instead, he helped me make the connection between my sin and my relationship with the Lord.

From My Friend, My Hero, My Dad: The Extraordinary Influence of an Ordinary Man


  • Mark Altrogge says:

    Hey, I was a master with the remote. And I still am. I'm as high tech as they come.

  • suzanne b. says:

    Oh my goodness, I seriously have tears in my eyes from laughing. You paint such a picture. :) I laughed doubly because I'm always yelling "don't look, don't look!" and then trying to fast-forward through live t.v. Ack.

    And those last two paragraphs are really encouraging.

  • amysioux says:

    Gosh, there's a convergence on this topic lately. (Sin, not the remote-challenged.) And I am glad. I wish I'd had a dad more like yours.

  • Victory says:

    excellent – thank you!

  • chris says:

    haha I'm your dad with a remote…that's me…same exact thing. I'd actually run across the room to block the kids' view with my body till I'd fumbled with the actual channel buttons on the tv. I'm sure my butt was no competition for the image on the screen, though my wife would say, "oh honey, sit down…after looking at your butt, your daughters will never be satisfied by another man!" Of course I'd reply, "fine with me!"

    Your blog is a highlight of my day…thanks so much for your efforts in keeping it up. 8-)

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