A Bodey in Motion

Building momentum, one step at a time

Quick Hits of the Week

  • Over at Michael Hyatt’s blog, Russ Crosson guest posts an interesting question: What would extending your retirement plans make possible? We sort of take for granted that sixty-five equals retirement in this country, but that’s not necessarily going to hold true forever, and it probably shouldn’t. Besides, if you’re doing work that you love (And if you’re not, why not?) why would you want to stop just because you’ve reached some arbitrary age?
  • So, Dan Pearce of Single Dad Laughing has penned a very heartfelt rant about religion, love, sin, and judgement. There are points that he makes that I don’t agree with (sin isn’t a personal thing, at all) but I completely agree with the spirit of what he is saying. As a Christian, love is how I’m called, by Jesus, to live. Even if you’re gay. He even calls Christians to love their enemies.
    I’m going to climb up on my soapbox for a second. Why do we expect people who haven’t chosen to follow Jesus to all behave like Christians? Especially when we don’t? And more importantly, why do we keep passing laws to force them (ultimately at gunpoint) to act the way we believe? Do we really think we can bring them to the cross through legislation?  How arrogant of us. So, I don’t vote “Christian values” anymore. I just do my best to live them with mercy, humility, and love.
    I hope that Dan’s friend Jacob would feel welcome at my church. I hope that we’d love and welcome him.
  • I’m a huge fan of the work Lenore Skenazy does over at Free-Range Kids. I don’t know if it’s the fear of litigation, or ever-present (but hardly realized) stranger danger that drives our culture to extreme risk-avoidance, but it concerns me. It’s not healthy to constantly take precautions against what might occur. For example, just in time for Easter: Beware of Palm Sunday.

April 5, 2012 Posted by | Quick Hits and Links | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on Quick Hits of the Week

Nine Years

It was on this day, nine years ago, that my entire world changed. This day is the day I became a father.

I cried that day. Once you were finally here and you were crying and complaining at the light and the cold that you were experiencing for the first time, I slumped against the nearest hard surface and bawled. I well up now just thinking about it. My son was born.

That crying, vulnerable, beautiful baby boy is nine years old today.

Where has the time gone?

I remember your mother and I as first-time parents, worrying and struggling over every little thing. I remember the pizza sauce and icing smeared across your face on your first birthday. I remember you, eighteen months old, peacefully sitting on my lap as I played games on the computer. I remember the day you got your big-boy bed, and how excited you were. Memory after memory, each one a portrait hanging on a wall in my mind with your name at the top.

Son, I’m watching you. You’re not really a little boy anymore, even though I desperately want to hold tight onto that part of you just a bit longer. I can see the young man you’re growing to become. So, I want you to know these three things:

I love you.

I am proud of you.

I see how good you are.

You have become more and more responsible with each passing year. You are diligent in your work, and you see the reward of it. You give without argument. You love and care for your baby sister without complaint. I could go on and on, but I have to save something for next year.

I’m sorry for all the ways I haven’t deserved to be your father. I’m sorry for when I’ve blown you off, when I’ve had no patience for you, when I’ve been angry at you. I’m sorry that I’ve not been even a passable reflection of the Father that loves you more than I ever could. I could never give you up, even if it was the only way to save the world.

I thank God for you, Steven. My life is richer because you are in it.

Happy Birthday.

November 11, 2010 Posted by | Marriage and Family, Past and Future | , , , , , | Comments Off on Nine Years