Mar

26

Posted by : Doug | On : March 26, 2009

Every once in awhile, I meet someone who is well into their senior years.  And within a few seconds, it becomes very apparent that they are an Elder not just older.  Can you relate?

I had the honor of visiting with a true Elder today.  His name (as I know him) is Father Jean Paul.  He is an 85 year old missionary priest.

Pause.  Note:  We have completely lost the value of the word “missionary”. A true missionary is on a mission.  This involves a quest.  Danger.  Allies and enemies.  Search and rescue.  Difficulty.  Returning home.  A real mission!  This describes the man I got to know today.  He lived with and fought for the hearts of the people of the deep north.  He remembers traveling from village to village by dog sled, across the tundra.  He prayed, with nothing but faith, at the bedside of his dying people.  He saw life birthed from harshness.  He lived true community.  A true missionary.

He asked me questions with a sharpness of mind that belied his aging body.  As I shared with him my family and the ages of my kids, he grinned.  I paused and waited for him to speak.  (Hint – In the presence of an Elder, spend about 80% of your time listening.  15% asking questions and 5% remembering what they said.)

In his pause he said,

“When you are raising boys you need this…” and he raised his fists in an honorable stance, like an old style French boxer. “Power.”

“To raise girls, you need this…” and he lifted a bony finger and tapped his temple.  “Understanding.”

Oh, what it is to sit at the feet of a man who willing shares his years of wisdom.  Seek it out.  And listen carefully.

I’ve been thinking of you often.  Stay awake!

Blessings.

Doug

Feb

19

Posted by : Doug | On : February 19, 2009

You’re sitting at your laptop, taking care of some important YouTubing.

Your six year old daughter, the most precious thing in your life, taps you on the shoulder and poses this question.

“Daddy, what would you do if I was taken by a thief?”

Well, dad, how would you answer this?

I turned away from my computer and I leaned over and put my face close to hers.  I looked her in the eyes and said,

“Honey, I would pursue you to the ends of the earth and I wouldn’t stop trying to find you until you were back safe in my arms.”

I paused for her reaction.  I know she has some fears.  The fears that grip many little girls in the middle of the night.  Boogeymen.  “Dark Things”, as my daughter names them.

Your daughter needs to know that you will rescue her.  You are the physical representation of a relentless Heavenly Father. And then she needs to know that God pursues her in the same way.

Please tell her that tonight when you kiss her goodnight.

Doug

Feb

19

Posted by : Doug | On : February 19, 2009

One night a father overheard his son pray:

Dear God, Make me the kind of man my Daddy is.

Later that night, the father prayed:

Dear God, make me the kind of man my son wants me to be.

- Anonymous