My Sons

My sons-

For the rest of my days, this is how I will call to you, my children. Three boys, three strong men. Men of courage, compassion and wisdom. Men who stand and fight for truth and justice, who love with their whole hearts and who fear God. 

A friend of ours came up to your mom the other day and told her that she believed that God was giving us three sons because the world is in desperate need of godly men. This could not be more true. Every day, I work with the broken, the hurting, the hopeless. But none of us is born this way. We are born with endless potential. They say that ignorance is bliss, that it is better to not know what you don't know. The more you live life, the more you will know pain and suffering, because that is the truth of life. Life is tragically beautiful. We experience joy and sadness both. This will always be the case. 

I was mowing the yard today and I happened to glimpse the neighbor a few houses down doing the same. I thought, how silly we must look, walking in a line, pushing this machine that cuts the grass that begins to grow back the second it is cut, then turning and walking another line. How silly to manicure and tame that which cannot be tamed. Continuously working to control that which will always seek to be wild. Then I thought, well isn't this what we do with cutting our hair and eating and sleeping? Isn't everything in our lives an exercise in futility, like hamsters on a wheel, or soccer moms on a treadmill? Isn't everything we do just an attempt to make ourselves more appealing to each other so that we don't have to be alone? We strive and scrape and claw to be enough, to be ok. This is an eternal hole, one that only Jesus can fill. Mental health and spirituality are my fields of work. Both are about seeking to find rest. I'm here to tell you boys. Jesus is our only rest. That's it. 

I love you boys. 
Dad