Josh shared a great story in his sermon. About the time just he and I were fishing at Uncle Jerry’s canal house. Suddenly, a 6 foot great blue heron flew right at Josh. Did its best to land on him like he was a fence post. Josh kind of gurgled a girl-like scream. He did his best to climb up … my body. I had seen the whole thing, so I knew he was in no danger. With that knowledge in my back pocket, I did what any good dad would have. I laughed. Hard. And loud. And long. So did Uncle Jerry, who was watching from the balcony.
Josh’s point? He thought he was in a safe place there with dad. But it wasn’t about the place. After all, a massive demon had just invaded that space. Instead safety was only in a person. Not me, actually. Safety is only in God, of course.
Our afternoon was spent feting Zak again with a reception at church. Christi did an absolutely phenomenal job of coming up with decorations and food. And lots of people showed up to wish him well. They wished us well, too. Gotta acknowledge the proud grandparents, right?
Last night we changed beds and slept at Josh’s house. We were all pretty beat from the long afternoon I actually slept until almost six with just one brief interlude of wakeness around 3:30. Very brief. You know. The kind that lasts long enough to roll over, look at the clock, and say, “Nope. Not yet.”
Acts 2:38 says, And Peter said to them, “Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.”
Father, thank you for surrounding Zak and his family with folks who really love them. Amen.
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