My Father’s Day Message June 2025
This morning as I lay in bed enjoying a Father’s Day rest, I received a desperate text from a member of my ward’s bishopric. He had asked someone, via text, to speak in sacrament meeting. The problem? That person was not the individual he thought he was texting. The person on the other end played along, seemingly accepting the assignment and leading him to believe they would be speaking in church today. Until this morning… when the bishopric member followed up to confirm they were ready. That’s when they sprung the surprise. They weren’t who he thought they were, and they definitely would not be speaking in church today!
I thought it was hilarious. He did not.
With only two hours until the meeting, he needed someone to fill in and I was willing because I have several talks I’ve given in other wards over the last year. So I took the opportunity, prayed for guidance, and instead of recycling a talk from another ward, I gave this message.
Father’s Day Message
Several years ago, our ward Primary had an activity. I believe it was for Father’s Day, much like today. The activity was a quiz for the children: could they correctly identify their father from a series of photos, when the only image shown was of their father’s hand?
At first, it might seem like an impossible task. Hands can appear so minor and inconsequential—something easily overlooked. Yet, as I recall from the reports of that activity, most children were able to recognize their father’s hand with surprising accuracy.
My hands are a bit distinct. They bear a good number of scars of work and various cuts. But I was also born with a web between my index finger and thumb, and after a couple of surgeries to correct it, I was left with a mess of scars in that area. Naturally, didn’t let them photograph that hand for the activity. I would have been too east a giveaway and I wanted to give my children a challenge.
But really, how could a child not recognize their father’s hand when they see it reaching out to take their hand, help them tie their shoes, throw a ball, draw pictures, or hold on their handlebars as they learn to balance while riding a bike. Better yet, how could they not learn to recognize their father’s hand as he holds out the sacrament tray for them to take on Sunday, or using his finger to point to the words in the scripture, or holding their hand during a prayer.
Hands of a father can indeed be threatening if a father uses them for violence and hateful finger pointing, but can be comforting when used to bless their children with love and tender care.
Fathers work each day, using their hands to support and provide for their families.
But a father’s greatest work in this life is not just physical its spiritual. A father’s most sacred calling is to use both his hands and his heart to lift, guide, and bless his children. And ultimately, to point his children to our Elder Brother, Jesus Christ, whose hands were scarred for our salvation.
And our Savior Jesus Christ, in turn, uses His hands to point us back to our Heavenly Father who we look to for all our needs.
Today we celebrate Father’s Day and our earthly dads, but let us also remember our Father in Heaven. How is our relationship with Him? Do we put our faith to work and learn of Him through diligent study of His words? Do we offer heartfelt gratitude in our prayers? Do we trust in His plan for us? And do we make Him a daily reality in our lives?
Looking back at the scars on my hands. They tell a story. Some of them were brought about for my children and even some of them were as a direct result of my children. My children may not see them the way I do, but to them, they’re just dad’s hand, the same ones that have helped them, guided them, held them. Flawed yes. But familiar. Loved.
And isn’t that a small echo of the Savior’s own hands—scarred, marked, and forever reaching toward us? His hands bear the ultimate evidence of love, not from a single moment, but from an eternity of devotion. They were pierced for our sins, stretched out in mercy, lifted in healing, and extended in invitation.
Just as a child learns to recognize the familiar hand of a loving father, we, too, are invited to recognize the hands of our Redeemer—hands that broke bread, washed feet, calmed storms, and carried a cross. Those same hands now reach for us in our moments of weakness, doubt, and pain. They offer comfort when we are weary, guidance when we are lost, and assurance when we feel alone.
In every scar, we see not just the pain He endured, but the covenant He made—to never leave us comfortless. His hands are always extended, waiting for us to reach back.
In the clarion call of Joseph Smith “Brethren, shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory!”
May we as fathers rise to that call. May we use our hands not only to labor and provide, but to lift- to lift our families toward our Heavenly Father. And may we help our children come to recognize and love the Savior’s hands just as surely and tenderly as they recognize our own. And as He loves and receives them into His hands as He leads them back to the Father.
Oh yeah! Happy Father’s Day! And even Happy Father’s Day to all of the future fathers out there.
Image Credit: Dallas Golden



