Pastor’s Perspective 01-14-2020

I already know I’m going to be in trouble come June. Our son, currently assigned here, will be leaving with his family for an 18-month school in Monterey, CA. This is a great opportunity for him professionally. And I have heard great things about the location from those who have been there. I am both proud of him and genuinely happy for him. The challenge for us will be living so far from them, especially our three grandsons, after having had them right here at Fort Bragg for the past two years. We have been able to spend a lot of time with them and create a ton of special memories. We just went two weeks without seeing them and it seemed like FOREVER!

So when they pulled into our driveway this past Saturday, I was anxious to greet them. Our son had already opened the rear tailgate so I snuck up to the back of the van and reached my hands in to touch the heads of the older two grandsons before they were even unbuckled. Carson looked straight at me and said, “I have something really important to tell you.” His look and tone of voice were dead serious. He had my attention. As soon as he stepped out of the van, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of notebook paper. He carefully unfolded it and handed it to me. It said, “HI POPS I LOV YOU.” He is learning to write in kindergarten and is putting his learning into practice. I learned later from his parents that he had a meltdown as they were leaving their house that morning to come to ours because he didn’t have his note with him. He insisted he find it before they could leave.

It is really quite remarkable how so few words can touch us at the very core of our being. And linger in our hearts and minds for days. Both because of what they communicate and the way in which they are communicated. 2000 years ago God said to all of us, “I have something really important to tell you.” He delivered His message in a baby. A baby who grew up and died on the cross for our sins. I still get emotional at times – 53 years after I made my profession of faith in Christ at the age of nine – when I think about His love for me. I’m looking at the note my 6-year-old grandson hand-delivered to me this weekend. It is on my desk right next to my Bible. It is wonderful to know we are loved.

See you Sunday! ~ John