My mother’s father, Papaw Epperly, was very proud of
me. I knew he was proud of me because he
told me all the time and told everyone else all the time. My younger brother Phillip and I would spend
several weeks each summer in West Virginia with Papaw and Granny. I learned shape notes, processing chicken
eggs, and milking cows. I often would go
to work with Papaw and stay all day. He
was a plumber and worked on new houses.
Anyone that we came in contact with, Papaw would start his bragging
about me. One day, we stopped in
Beckley, West Virginia to talk with a stone mason, and Papaw began his
bragging. I thought he would tell this
man about me taking algebra in the eighth grade, or me playing in the band at
school. But Papaw told this man about my
perfect attendance in Sunday school.
Papaw told of my Sunday school pin that had thirteen yearly bars under
it. I had never been very proud of my
Sunday school pin, but I was that day.
My granddaddy was proud that I was faithful in church. But it wasn’t my hard work; it was the
faithfulness of my parents who took me to church each Sunday. My parents took me to church, and I took my
kids to church, and now they take my grandchildren to church. Hey, that’s what it’s all about. Teaching the next generation, and the next, and
the next. Do you take your children to
church? Do you take your grandchildren
to church? What about taking a neighbor
kid with you to church? Hey, you may
start a whole new legacy! Proverbs 22:6,
“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not
depart from it.”
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