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Love, Dad: Letters of Faith to My Children

Love, Dad: Letters of Faith to My Children

A marvelous collection of: memories, family nostalgia, spiritual wisdom, and an abiding sense of God's presence. In his wonderfully poetic voice, Herbert Brokering bequeaths his children — and all children and parents — a rich legacy of faith. Each letter offers fresh understandings about God and faith, plus advice on finding and living full lives.

The letters are shaped around memories from Brokering's experiences as a child and as a parent and are grouped into five sections:
  • Here's a Place You'll Like
  • There's Someone I Want You to Meet
  • Have Fun Along the Way
  • I Know the Feeling
  • I Have Faith In You …
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  • Publisher Augsburg Books
  • Format Paperback
  • ISBN 9780806636191
  • Dimensions 6 x 9
  • Pages 112
  • Publication Date February 27, 1998


"Love, Dad, is a wise and touching collection of stories told by a wise and caring father, teacher, mentor, and poet. I love its celebration of life, family, and children. Read it quietly and read it out loud. And share it widely."
--Peter L. Benson, Ph.D.
President, Search Institute, Minneapolis

"Tender is this man, this storyteller, this raconteurntender is he as he writes to his children over so many years. They change. So does he. But not that persistent, rewarding tenderness."
--Walter Wangerin Jr.
author of The Book of God and In the Beginning There Was No Sky.


"I write these letters for my children, and I write for all who have fathers, are fathers, will be fathers--for all who raise the children of the world. It is my hope that my letters will kindle old memories, new stories, and closer bonds among fathers, mothers, and children who read them." "My earliest memories of God were with my mother. God was about stories she told, picture books we paged through together, a spirit she had. Mother had a lap. Her apron was like swaddling cloth. When I sat in her lap, she sometimes wrapped her apron around me, and I was in a nest, a manger. My earliest image of heaven is my mother."