Reasons to not have a post for this week:
- Our daughter Elizabeth took her nieces on a nice vacation with her. We missed them. They got home yesterday and tonight we all met at Emily’s house for dinner and souvenirs. I’ve had my head in the clouds.
- We’re having our house painted.
- I have to go back to Garland in the morning for a doctor’s appointment.
- I’ve got a new book that is calling to me.
- And, believe it or not, I’ve been knitting something. Yes, I'm as shocked as you are. OK, it’s only a rectangular scarf but it’s still knitting. And I’m starting to really appreciate how much it relaxes me.
Some bloggers would toss an old post at you, a re-run if you will, in cases like
this. That doesn’t seem right. I’ll just keep typing and see if something
pops out of my fingers.
The best I’ve got is a couple of thoughts that have been
bouncing around in my brain. One
half-baked and one fully baked idea that still needs some words ironed out. But
even with those two ideas I still don’t have a blog and the truth is this: I don’t want to be here
Plus! Oh, here’s a
good one:
- I’m not even sure anybody is reading this. It’s vacation time and all.
So: Here’s my
fully-baked idea that still needs the words ironed out. Get out your bible and read Matthew
3:13-17. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
It’s the story of Jesus’ baptism. As soon as Jesus came up out of the water “the
heavens were opened to him and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove
and alighting on him. And a voice from
heaven said, “This is my son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased. ”
It’s a story I like to review for myself and others on
Father’s Day because I think it’s just
the best Fathers Day story ever.
Huh?
Hang in here with me.
You’ll notice the baptism story ends and chapter 4 starts a whole new
story.
Or is it?
The very next thing
that happened was that Jesus went into the Wilderness and fasted for 40 days
and 40 nights and was tempted in all kinds of ways by the devil: Hunger, power, ego. Three of the biggest temptations the devil
could find, he threw at Jesus.
Two totally separate stories. We’re familiar with both of them. But we never consider them as one story. And here’s what makes it a Father’s Day story:
Jesus’ Daddy told him that he was proud of him. Best of all, God said it in front of a bunch
of people. “This is my son, the Beloved,
with whom I am well pleased.”
And Jesus goes straight into the wilderness to be tempted
for 40 days. Whenever I think of this
procession of events I think what a help it must have been to the Son of God to
know in the midst of temptation that His
Daddy was proud of him, loved him, and wanted other people to know it.
I think if you left out chapter 3 of Matthew, chapter 4
might have been very different.
Our children walk into the wilderness every day of their
lives. What words do we give them to
take with them on their journey?
For the record, I love my daughters and my granddaughters
very much. And I’m proud of them. I just
wanted you to know that.
2 comments:
Just do you know..,,someone did read it in spite of it being summer vacation season.
Make that two someones. Thank you Jane, love that story.
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