Yesterday was Trinity 2. It was also Father's Day, a day that many will claim is a commercial invention to sell cards and poor CD compilations of 'driving hits'.
I have made an observation this year. When it was Mothering Sunday I heard much about its value and how such a day allows us to celebrate the motherhood of the Church etc. The social meejyah was replete with images and sloganeering for and by mothers in support of themselves and the wonderful work of motherhood that they rightly embody.
The thing is, the only reference I saw for Father's Day wasn't from a blokey geezer dad-type person. No. Not a single bloke uttered a mere morsel of self-congratulation about their paternity and all the blessings and joys that proceeds from it. No.
All I saw on Father's Day was written for and by mothers who are themselves single mothers and therefore the mum and dad of the piece.
Now, this isn't a post making a complaint about women and their apparent desire to self-congratulate on the internet. There are far worse things to do with one's time. Perhaps Father's Day is a relic of a former age? Well, the restaurant I was sat in was filled to capacity so I sensed that that argument didn't work.
The thing for which I chastise myself this day is when, during church notices yesterday - having asked if there was anything else to mention - was confronted simply by a sole male voice who uttered "Father's Day". I felt somehow naughty for mentioning it in church for fear of chiding the Mum's Onion (who don't like me at the moment - again). Speaking as one of the brotherhood of males called to parenthood, I ask simply whether we men have lost our voices? Are we afraid of offending?
It certainly seems so!