A special day for Fathers is a nice sentiment. In our culture where most families are destroyed by divorce, adultery and selfishness, I wonder what most people celebrate today. Fortunately, I can celebrate my father Albert Roy Hartley with pride and confidence. He is the Brooks Robinson of fathers. Brooks Robinson was a great ballplayer because he was not great at one aspect of the game. He was good at all aspects of the game. My father is good at all aspects of fatherhood. Understand,  he has flubbed some ground balls and struggled with boughts of hitting slumps. But on average, he has been good enough to get in the hall of fame of fathers. My father dreams like an intellectual starving artist while running against generational obligations with one eye on the clock and the other eye on his purpose. He has brought light to a world of darkness by being a good steward of the responsibilities God has given him and the talents God has bestowed upon him.  Humanity in Europe, Latin America, Africa and the United States are better off because of his life. His spiritual and charitable legacy grows daily. He continues to be internally wistful yet externally honorable.  I can’t think of anyone I would want on in the fourth spot on my roster more than my father. Sure he might strike out now and then, but when the game is on the line he is the person that I confidently know willingly accepts the responsibility to give it his all. On this Fathers Day I want to say thank you for my father for living his life with the passion, determination and drive required by Jesus and needed by me. I love you dad.Albert