As a dutiful grandfather I have, over my work desk, pictures
of my grandchildren. It has been a delight and privilege to see this new
generation as they are born and as they grow in the process of becoming what
they will be. When our youngest grandchild was born recently his picture went
up there with the rest receiving the place of honor of center stage as the newest
grandchild. And so my attention is drawn to him as I sit at this desk and I
begin thinking as I did with each of his cousins before.
He looks so innocent, so trusting, and so vulnerable and I
begin to wonder what he will become. In a world that has so much disorder I
tremble to think of all the temptations and pitfalls that lay before him. What
kind of a man will he grow to be? What kinds of choices will he make? As I
thought on this I was reminded of the following that my father wrote of his
sons
A Father’s
Contemplations
Little boy, little son:
Content upon my knee:
I contemplate your future,
And I wonder what you’ll be.
A doctor,
lawyer, preacher:
A boon to every man,
Or will you be a
Satan’s scourge;
Do evil when you can?
Will you develop
character
And strength and fortitude;
Or will you live
a careless life:
A wasted interlude?
I pray that you
will grow to be
An upright man of God;
That you will
dare to walk the path
Our loving Savior trod.
I know whatever
course you take:
Whate’er you’re going to be,
All depends on a
loving God,
And His control of me.
As I read
the above poem I realize it is in God’s hand that I commit this and each of my
grandchildren, as I committed their
parents before them. God is faithful and … I know whom I have believed, and am
persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against
that day (1 Timothy 1:12 ).God is not slack concerning His promises.
I can trust Him.
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