Tuesday, September 25, 2007

April 03


The Beauty of Wisdom


A wise child brings joy to a father….

Proverbs 10:1a (NLT)


I could have no greater joy than to know my children live in the truth.

III John 4 (NLT)


My child, never forget the things I have taught you. Store my commands in your heart for they will give you a long and satisfying life. … Happy is the person who finds wisdom.

Proverbs 3:1, 2, 13 (NLT)



My son Alex goes to Trinity Lutheran School—an easy four or five block walk from home. This last week he brought something home that caught both Kris’ eye and mine. It was a white, 11X17 inch paper with a colorful Bible verse on it. I love the fact Trinity kids all memorize Scripture, I really do! And this … this was extra-special. I was impressed with both the teacher’s idea and Alex’s creativity. His letters and colors and illustrations brought Philippians 4:13 to life!

The verse started out with a rather prominent capital I. It was in red—attention getting yes, but also a sign of danger (I reflect that it’s usually me who gets me into more trouble than anyone else!), and it was a fat I and zigzagged almost like it was shaking and trembling (I can relate to that too, can’t you?). I can do all things…. Can do all—these words were compact, neat, purposeful and they did their job. But things! This word was grayed and skewed and scattered just like the things of my life. Things—a material thing and the s a dollar sign (if Christ can help me get a handle on managing His money wisely, He can do anything!). … through Christ ... The through was in bright green and looked like a series of tunnels penetrating a grassy hill. It led to the majestic, royal purple and boldly centered CHRIST—underlined to show His significance. The King was in the center of His verse! ...who... The W was capped and turned into the two questioning eyes of an owl! ... strengthens ... The word stretched across the page—bold and black like heavy steel pipes. Perfect. And ... me ... like the trembling I, it had red in it, but it transitioned from the dangerous color to a lovely, flowering pink. This me was full of life and it stood tall! I read the verse again and again, convinced it needed to be framed!

To me this verse was a work of art, and I thought ... Alex gets it! What joy for a father to realize his child, his dear child understands and embraces life-giving truth. What a joy to love and see its fruit.


Father, bring joy to my child. May my son grow in wisdom and in truth! Amen.