Eric's Sunday Sermon; The Child Within, Awake or Put To Bed?
Because He Is Someone's Saint, Does Not Mean Francis Is Not Cool. Check Bias At The Door.
Time to Restart Balance
Why do parents try to move the child out of childhood but the grandparents just bide their time? My wife is doing her un-level headed best to keep our boy at around four years old. Is that normal? Why did anyone ever say “grow up son”? By the way my seven year old does just fine bouncing from four to seven. He likes being babied. But he also loves when I let him crawl up on the roof. A tough smack in the head by a soccer ball now makes him angry as he used to cry. Soon it will just add to his determination.
What level of childhood did Christ mean when he tells us to be childlike? A rebellious teenager? Grandpa’s best nine year old. Mom’s, “drive me crazy” twelve year old boy? Or did He mean my 34 year old eldest child. Did He mean me though both my parents have gone on?
Let us be children. So cool if we can.
My wonderful children always seemed to have a better understanding of society than me. Perhaps it is their mothers influence. I have been married to two fantastic women that I would gladly lay my life down for. I would give up my life so that they would influence my children better than I could.
Some people like to think about “raising” a child. Kind of like raising a crop. That’s alright but I have issues with it. Think deeply thusly: Would you spray your child with insecticides to keep her from getting bugs? How about anti-bacterial stuff? How about anti-biotics? How about anti-microbials. We do it. Why not face up to partly killing our own children through processed foods. Milk and cereal anyone?
So are we intent on killing the child in order to make them old?
I beg of thee to get dirty fingernails and a sore back and let go of your brain and be as one with the child and not make the child be one with you. The little guy yells at me to come. That is taboo, children must come to their dad, not the other way around. And yet if he sees a bug that is cool, I don my glasses and magnifying glass and come running, usually tweezers and a jar that sits on my desk. I don’t want to miss a thing in nature. The child gets me going baby and where he takes me is awesome.
Give This One A Shot, Patience
I Do Reckon My Children Take After Their Mom
I Beg of The To Pull Away The Vale
And so the boy asks me about this deal us Christians call the Holy Spirit. “Dad does that mean it was alive and now dead”? “. Is ‘spirit’ the same as ghost”? Right on and hallelujah!! This gets the child and I to get real. Sometimes even in life my spirit is at least half way to our nemesis . Sucking the life from him. So cool. We pray each time in the car to be safe. My son is nervous to do it in front of me. So we just follow my lead. Life is treasured. But the inquest continues.
“can you see the spirit?”
And so I wake up and pray. Meditate and pray. Pray and eat. Pray for me and pray for others. But I am stagnant waters lest I beg for more. And being the “all that” mature male I fall into a state of grace that becomes stale. There is that space where I begin to feel resentment because “all that” is not what I anticipated or want. I am perpetually doomed in my apathy. Go through the motions Eric, be good Eric and then it just becomes ho hum. Damn my adult brain I say. And that is only if I feel myself slipping into a malaise. But there is one rescue. That of my children. They point out a mountain, a flower or a bug and I am released from the bondage of self. And so the child leads me out of the Valley of Darkness or shadow of death and back into the light. As we love in our Psalm 23, if that citation is correct.
It is wrong to place a young child into the position of being relied upon. Oh it happens and it is not good. So I bust my leg and I lay down confined. The orders are barked out and the child must obey – which sadly is enforced by guilt. Maybe thy rod would be sweeter. We do not let the innocent know just how much they are needed. This is wisdom. But I cannot for the life of me buy into that rap. Our reliance on youth should be put forward in a verbal recognition of charity and appreciation.
“Dang boy I never looked at it that way, you are one smart little son of a gun”. Can we do that instead of being all that and more? Never show a weakness to a child.
Boom baby that takes us right up to the next cool deal. Thanks for staying with our “ministry of love”.
Good Luck With This
OK Child and Wife!
Please Let Us Giggle
How cool is it that we can lift another up. For sure we do it with our spouses or else. And we do it with neighbors and coworkers. But do we do it with our child? I love the concept of a “teachable moment”. Makes sense and just as often I am the one being taught and that must be verbalized as a thankfulness to our child. Please make love manifest in relating a joy in learning from the child.
My dad and I in later life hooked up via his “webTV” and this was before unlimited crap on your phone. I spent about 300 bucks a month on “long distance” which I don’t even think we have anymore. We both joined each other in his deal with the UN on big pharma and my deal in the area of Internet Freedom for individuals – you know, free speech and stuff that through thousands of hours of battle is what you enjoy today. Believe it or not your free speech was going to be enjoined by participants. Especially the copyright folks, they actually wanted what you wrote to be checked before transmission. Sounds great to avoid theft but think about it.
My point being that I was the child that my father learned from. And so it was easy for me to be the child who learned from his dad until he passed. And yes I still learn from him.
This is just great and awesome stuff people. Hell, if you do not have child teachers in your life, run out right now and find one. This is not for their benefit, it is for yours. If all you have teaching you about the way of life are “adults” you miss the juice.
Now, with all that said I will give you an Eric Dierker secret. Love lives in you. And therefore the child lives in you. You see where we are going. You can nurture and learn from that child that is within you. Yes that little girl or boy or whatever child is in the love that resides in all. It is a Hallelujah moment. (darn it I just had him and he slipped away so I could write – I will not let that happen again right now)
We think about our child – the one within and we equate it with being led around by the hand by a little child to see grass grow. Believe me that is pretty cool. I tear up with the love of a child teaching me. I mean did you know that roses come up from the ground!?
Let us end here with a prayer to respect. Thank you almighty for making us children first and adults second.
Just A Note
It is Father's Day in a bit here in the US. So this goes out early. I pray that most of tomorrow will celebrate my children more than me, because if you think about it, without them I would not be a father.