Boy Oh Boy!

I clearly remember the day our fourth son was born. We had one girl, and as a six year old, she’d been praying passionately for a sister. God was planning to give her her heart’s desire but not yet, because along came yet another brother.

That night at the hospital, after the wonder of a safe delivery and its joyful aftermath had calmed, Mary asked Nate, “How do you feel about having another son?”

Nate’s answer was a good one: “You can never have too many boys.”

Back in biblical times, having boys was critical to carrying on the family name and profession. The more sons, the better. Even in the early days of our nation, as pioneers moved west and took advantage of the government’s free 60 acres and a mule, fathers hoped for boys who could help on the farm.

When our 4th boy came along, our good friend Florie gave Nate a poem with a valuable message about little boys and their fathers. I still have it hanging above a photo of Dad, Nate and our four sons:

A careful man I ought to be.
Four young fellows follow me.
I do not dare to go astray,
For fear they’ll go the selfsame way.

Not once can I escape their eyes.
Whate’er they see me do, they try.
Like me, they say they’re going to be,
Those four young chaps that follow me.

I must remember as I go,
Through summer sun and winter snow,
I’m molding for the years to be
Those four young chaps God gave to me.

God’s plan is that boys grow into men who can be humble, godly leaders, especially in marriages and families. Warren Wiersbe used to say he didn’t understand how husbands could forfeit the chance to spiritually lead their children, telling us he counted it a golden opportunity and a considerable privilege to do so in his own home.

Raising boys well is a big job. James Dobson wrote a thick book about it, and experts agree it calls for different tactics than raising girls. The most difficult part of fathering comes in being a strong example for sons to emulate, and that includes loving their mother. The list of all a man should do is long and difficult, but God doesn’t leave them without his encouragement and assistance.

He, too, is a father to a son, and they’re a unified pair like no other. Jesus told us, “I do what my Father tells me to do and say what he tells me to say.” (John 14:10, John 12:50) When a father is 100% perfect, this tact works out well for the son. Earthly fathers can’t claim perfection, however, but they can study the example of divine fatherhood and emulate that close, loving bond.

I’m thankful daily for our four boys. They’ve demonstrated strength during my days of weakness and have, I’m sure, made their own father proud.

Nate was right. You can never have too many boys.

“Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands. How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!” (Psalm 127:5a)

Light up my life.

If June is the month for June bugs, July belongs to the lightning bugs.

Our 4th of July family get-together took place in a back yard that stretched for 30 acres and included lots of fun. As we played egg toss and had water balloon fights after a dinner of grilled burgers and brats, the sun began to set. While we tried to wiggle Oreo cookies from our foreheads to our mouths, lightning bugs dotted the landscape.

 

And by the time our fireworks were being lit, fireflies competed en masse for our attention. Thousands of them flashed like glitter in the field, God’s holiday backdrop to our not-as-remarkable manmade explosives.

Surely God had fun when he created the lightning bug with its on-and-off glow. He must have known children would delight in his beetle-idea by collecting them in jars and using them as summertime night lights.

Catching them takes special skill, though, since they light up only intermittently and keep flying between flashes. Younger children find them to be elusive, difficult to catch. But a 10 year old knows just what to do: watch for the light, then anticipate where he’ll fly next and where he’ll be when he lights up again. A quick grab and he’s caught.

The light of God’s Word comes to us much the same way. We see a flash of wisdom in one verse and crave another, reading further, hoping to be “in place” when God lights up the next bit. If we’ve been paying attention and are ready, we grab for it and it’s ours to keep.

This year the lightning bugs have been especially prolific. May the light of God’s truth be every bit as abundant.
“Send out your light and your truth; let them guide me.” (Psalm 43:3a)

I feel like celebrating!

With four boys in the family, our driveway saw a steady stream of interesting and needy vehicles come and go. Each first-car was purchased with only hundreds of dollars rather than thousands and was sometimes held together with tape, wire and bungee cords.

By the time our younger girls needed wheels, their brothers were experienced bargain-hunters and facilitated the purchase of Louisa’s sky-blue Honda Accord, which she later sold to Birgitta. Despite the car being 13 years old, the boys assured the girls it was in its prime with “only” 145,000 miles, good for 200,000 more.

The little Honda has banked 72,000 toward those 200,000 without an issue until recently when the hood latch let go on the highway, flinging the hood up over the windshield with such force it shattered all the glass, bent the window frame and cracked the roof. (“In Sync with God,” June 7, 2011)

Because the incident occurred on a superhighway, police insisted the car be towed off the premises within 20 minutes. It was a high pressure situation during which Birgitta was traumatized, and I was missing Nate’s important input.

Towed to a body shop, the Accord appeared to be damaged beyond its humble value, so we let it go in exchange for tow fees and storage charges. But once I was back in Michigan, Klaus said, “Mom, you made the wrong call. The engine was still good.”

He arranged to have it free-towed 100 miles to Michigan where his buddy fixed it for under $400. It isn’t perfect but is quite acceptable. Then came the fun part: surprising Birgitta, which occurred this weekend.

As we arrived home well after midnight I said, “Remember the surprise I said you were getting? Well, there it is.”

“Where?” she said, looking around inside my car.

“Out the front window,” I said, watching her eyes squint in the dark. When she recognized her blue car, she covered her mouth with her hand, spit out a few words in an attempt to say what she was thinking, and squealed with delight. “My car! Is it my car? Is it still broken? Is it fixed?”

It was a spectacular surprise, thanks to Klaus, better than the best 4th of July fireworks show. Birgitta’s appreciation for her wheels has sky-rocketed, because what once was gone has been restored.

The whole thing reminds me of the three biblical stories Jesus told, one after the other, about restoration: the lost sheep, lost coin and lost son. (Luke 15) In each case the “find” generated a celebration. But Jesus made it clear he’d only told those stories to demonstrate one thing: that jubilant feeling of finding what was lost is exactly his feeling when someone repents of sin and comes to salvation.

After watching Birgitta get her car back, we know how that feels. And it feels really good!

“In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:10)