We had a really special treat at church. A guest speaker. Young guy. He has family and a girlfriend in the area. Quite the legacy, too. His father is currently a pastor, and his grandfather retired as a pastor as well.
OK. OK. It was none other than our grandson Micah. Wait! It was also our grandson Caleb. Two different churches. Galveston and Waco. And I gotta say, they both did a great job. Not that I am the least bit prejudiced. I was there for Micah’s debut. After church here, we got the report on Caleb.
I see good things in those boys’ respective futures, whatever God ends up calling them to. They got those Vaughan jeans. Genes, too.
Last night I had an interesting phone call. It was from the owner of the little restaurant in Jamaica Beach. She was doing a catering job on the beach for a quinciñera. As she talked to the family, my name came up. Come to find out, I actually did a baby dedication 15 years ago for the now-15 year old young lady.
As a result, the caterer showed me where they were. I drove down there and joined them for part of the celebration. They had fajitas and cookies and candy and even a mariachi band. Several of the folks remembered me from the christening.
As the party picked up steam, I noticed the dad easing away into the dark. I walked over to him and asked who he was rooting for in the a World Cup. He told me he was not a soccer guy, then immediately transitioned into a more serious manner.
He told me that even though he was a believer, he was an unhappy man. All he wanted was some peace. We talked for a long time after that. I shared that the only way to have peace and real joy as opposed to just being happy was through Jesus. He told me he appreciated my talking to him. Even gave me a big dad-hug. Please be praying for that young dad.
Ephesians 1:7 says, We have redemption in Him through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace.
Father, please touch that dad’s heart. Show him your peace that passes understanding. Amen.
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