A lesson in theology from a new baby boy
Monday of this week, I visited a young family from our church who had just had their first child on Saturday the 23rd. While I was visiting with them, a nurse brought their precious little baby boy into the room. The nurse then placed the child in the mother's arms. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for babies and kids. As I looked at this child, my mind went back to when my first child was born.
I can remember standing in the labor and delivery room at Southwest Mississippi Regional Medical Center in McComb, Miss back in 1987. After my wife delivered the child, the physician handed him to me, the proud daddy. As I held my son in my arms, well... it's a feeling that's hard to describe.
He had 10 fingers and 10 toes. His lungs worked really well! I don't remember exactly but, knowing me, I'm sured my eyes filled with tears as the overwhelming, powerful thought hit me; "I'm a Daddy!"
I started thinking about teaching my little boy to shoot basketball and catch a baseball and watch ballgames with me. When he was little, I would keep home from daycare on Friday's which was my day off. Sometimes I would have to make pastoral visits on those days. Growing up in the south, one of my generic words for people was "folks." There were times when I would tell my son, "Come on, bud, we've got to go see some "folks." He heard me say it so much, when I didn't tell him where we were going he would say, "Daddy, are we going to see some folks." I would just smile!
Well, as I held him in my arms, I worshiped the Lord. No song was sung; no sermon was preached but I worshiped. I just thanked God that my little boy had 10 fingers and 10 toes and could see and cry!
So, as I saw this lady holding her son I said "they are precious aren't they?"
She said, through tears, "I don't see how anyone could NOT believe in God when they hold a child?" I agreed with her.
Then her husband said "It reminds me of how much God loves me that He sent his only Son to die for me." Again, I agreed with him.
God is real. Sometimes we may not understand the ways of God and there are times when things happen and we don't understand why but, God is real. That little baby reminded me again, of the existence and love of God.
I can remember standing in the labor and delivery room at Southwest Mississippi Regional Medical Center in McComb, Miss back in 1987. After my wife delivered the child, the physician handed him to me, the proud daddy. As I held my son in my arms, well... it's a feeling that's hard to describe.
He had 10 fingers and 10 toes. His lungs worked really well! I don't remember exactly but, knowing me, I'm sured my eyes filled with tears as the overwhelming, powerful thought hit me; "I'm a Daddy!"
I started thinking about teaching my little boy to shoot basketball and catch a baseball and watch ballgames with me. When he was little, I would keep home from daycare on Friday's which was my day off. Sometimes I would have to make pastoral visits on those days. Growing up in the south, one of my generic words for people was "folks." There were times when I would tell my son, "Come on, bud, we've got to go see some "folks." He heard me say it so much, when I didn't tell him where we were going he would say, "Daddy, are we going to see some folks." I would just smile!
Well, as I held him in my arms, I worshiped the Lord. No song was sung; no sermon was preached but I worshiped. I just thanked God that my little boy had 10 fingers and 10 toes and could see and cry!
So, as I saw this lady holding her son I said "they are precious aren't they?"
She said, through tears, "I don't see how anyone could NOT believe in God when they hold a child?" I agreed with her.
Then her husband said "It reminds me of how much God loves me that He sent his only Son to die for me." Again, I agreed with him.
God is real. Sometimes we may not understand the ways of God and there are times when things happen and we don't understand why but, God is real. That little baby reminded me again, of the existence and love of God.
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