Thanks, Dad Every one of you shall reverence his mother and his father. Leviticus 19:3 Just about all of us know or remember what its like for Christmas to roll around with little money for buying presents. Reminds me of the financially strapped college student who once wrote to tell me about a 99-cent gift he once gave his father ... and how it became priceless in his familys Christmas lore. The gift was a poem, a journey of memories that wound back through days he and his dad had spent in the woods and at the fishing hole, telling stories and swapping smiles. Pasted in a cheap store frame, it didnt have the look of a present that would still be talked about years after the event. But when his father began to read aloud the seven-stanza poem, he began to sob uncontrollably. All gift giving stopped. Every eye turned to see, every ear to listen. Now others were crying. Soon everyone had gathered around him, embracing a familys love, warmed by the tribute of this duckling, almost broke from the clutch, who wants to say to the father drake: ‘Dad, I love you so much! For years, I have been encouraging people to share these kinds of tributes with their parents. As wonderful as funeral eulogies can be, how many of them are delivered with the hope that loved ones can somehow hear these words never spoken during their lifetimes? We should bring out these verbal bouquets of blessing today, to honor parents who are still living. We owe it to them, and we owe it to God. This young mans 99-cent Christmas tribute hung near his dads easy chair for years, showering down honor and gratitude at every glance. And whenever guests came to their home, they were usually directed to the cheap frame and the college-age verse and asked to read it themselves. Thats the power of a tribute.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 15:38:31 +0000
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