My Father and Son |
When I read Operating
Instructions for Raising Children I remembered one of the craziest parts of our marriage – raising little people.
And no instruction manual came with them! It was a rollercoaster ride: scary and fun, and over too
soon. I remember that bittersweet moment when I knew the little people were
grown-ups with issues beyond my power to help them solve.
Our kids face tough hurdles – and while nothing is new under
the sun – theirs seem higher and trickier than the ones that we faced. The
world then couldn’t invade our home via a hand-held device! What wisdom can I
pass along to them, when I don’t know where the icloud really is.
I got to
thinking about how or what the
“older generation” in my life might have thought about our issues. Nobody ever offered me unsolicited
advice, but, I thought I’d just repeat the counsel
they seldom spoke.
My father spoke rarely about God. However, he sometimes hoped
I would remember to thank “the Man Upstairs”; said grace before our meals; took instruction in, joined and went to church. He was always interested
in me and my family.
My mother’s last words according to a friend, before my
mother dropped dead, were “My Lord will take care of me.” She had changed her life
around; she read her Bible, and
she went to church. She was always interested in me and my family. Her sister,
my dear Aunt Virginia, who also changed her life, told me, when I was about to
embark on a really unwise escapade: “Don’t ever be too proud to admit you
were wrong.” She, too, was always interested in me and my family.
My mother-in-law
and mother also advised expressing
as few opinions to adult children
as possible and to be helpful. She
went to church regularly – even when her health was frail. She was always interested in her son
and his family. Her brother copes
with chronic pain honestly, but cheerfully, and in the spirit that God is good,
even in his pain and suffering. He loves the Scriptures, and he goes to church.
He is always interested in our family
My father’s mother gave me no advice – but she made a point
of playing “The Old Rugged Cross” the few times I heard her play the piano. She went to church. She wrote me a few letters.
My great uncle and aunt, who raised my mom after her mother
died, never gave me advice, but they gave me a Bible. And they went to church I was told.
My older family taught other life lessons – some more
cautionary than others. However, what they taught and how they taught
stuck:
Be interested in your family. Be
grateful to God; go to church; cherish the Cross of Christ; swallow your pride
and admit your transgressions; say little, do good when you can, and the Bible
is a gift worth giving – and reading.
In it, I hear a
promise: My children, and their children are loved with an everlasting love,
and underneath are God’s everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 33: 27) They can’t fall
beyond His reach. (Elisabeth
Elliot)
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