As I am being thankful I repeat my gratitude for being able to see, hold, and rock my granddaughter. Yes, I am even happy to change diapers. My thought wondered to the many people who did not have this opportunity and to those who did not take advantage of it.
In terms of eternity how do grandchildren fit in? What we call heaven is beyond our imagination or conception. It needs to be a place where all the pain and wrongs of millions of lifetimes are made good. I cannot conceive that. How will parents who have lost children be able to sit in brotherhood with those who have not? How will children who endured extreme poverty and possibly died of an easily cured problem be able to embrace children who thought a day without TV was suffering? I think of Christians suffering under Sharia law. I think of the historical reality of Christian families watching their sons stolen to be trained as soldiers in the armies of the Caliph.
Being a parent was awesome. Being a grandparent is spectacular. It is humbling to think that God has something in store for us that will make all of this seem mundane.
I hope to see you there.
homo unius libri
Being a grandson emeritus is the best.
ReplyDeleteOf course people might talk if I tried to throw you over my shoulder and get you to burp.
DeleteGrace and peace
And Maranatha
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