I enjoy having my grandsons over at my house. They can be a pain to deal with, but their
Granddaddy can be a pain to deal with as well.
But we won’t go there. I remember
sixty years ago going to my Papaw’s house in West Virginia and playing in the
attic and in the basement and in the barn.
I would get out the beetle-backed mandolin; I would get out the old
fishing poles; I would crank on the hand-powered grinder; I would make tunnels
in the hay - all great fun for a little boy learning about life. And when I walk downstairs at my house and
see the army men all arranged in a battle formation, I re-create the scene in
my grandson’s mind. So to me, as my mind
recalls my childhood, it is vitally important what I say to those little boys who
are riding in the back seat of the pick-up truck. I make a conscious effort to let them know
that God is real. Solomon said in
Proverbs17:6, “Children's children are the crown of old men …” When I dwell on my mortality, I rest in the
knowledge that my influence will carry on in the lives of my grandsons. That is my crowning glory! Hey, what about you? Are you investing in the next
generation? Are you passing on your
spiritual heritage to your children and grandchildren and nieces and
nephews? Why not carry a neighbor kid to
church? Be deliberate and leave a legacy
behind. A legacy for God that will last
for eternity.
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