I am a 43 year old man, a husband, and a father to 2 children. I have been through many years of public school/educational process in my life from a very young age…starting with Kindergarten in South Korea to graduating Cal Poly University, San Luis Obispo with B.S. degree in Civil Engineering in USA.
I think I have successfully finished and graduated these schools… to have a solid career, and make a decent living. However, none of these educational accomplishment compares to the education/learning I have experienced through Father School.
To me, graduating Father School is much more important, and gives more significance to my life than the B.S. degree from Cal Poly, SLO. There are many reasons why I love Father School, for me and for all others. Through Father School, I feel like I’ve met and learned about my 3 fathers: 1)my Heavenly Father 2)my earthly, biological father, and 3)myself as a father, a husband, and a man. I feel like I have learned (and still learning) how to be connected intimately with all of these 3 fathers.
“Father” is universal language and many of us know that it is so important. “School (education)” is also universal language and is so important. In the advance world we live in (where we have all kinds of subject of studies and technologies), why don’t we not have these 2 important factors together…FATHER-SCHOOL? It is so simple, logical question…but I don’t know why we don’t have this in our society…at least the emphasis and structure of it. This is why I love Father School…the spirit, the meaning, and the purpose behind it. I cannot wait until my 7 year old son attends Father School someday soon when he turns old enough….and becomes a father that will be pleasing to Heavenly Father, his father, and himself as a father.
My name is Dan Lee and I’m honored to share my testimony of my experience at Father School with you all. I hope that by reading my testimony, you all one day will have a testimony to share with others as well. Father School was definitely not something I was interested in the beginning, but
My parents divorced when I was in 5th grade. It was a painful and devastating experience seeing your father, who was your childhood hero, abandon you and walk away from your family. I was heart broken and furious. Witnessing all the sorrow and heartache endured, I vowed myself to never grow up to become like