(a long time ago...1986/87 or so)
As many of you who follow my blog know for the past 16 months my Mr. AGPMan has been face-deep in an advanced degree program. Come this November he will finally finish the course he began when we were both very young and in December will receive his diploma. I can assure you there isn't a person on this planet that is going to cheer and
clap scream louder than me...
Along with the computer programming classes he's been taking he's also taking a history class and a Biblical studies class required by the Christian University he's been attending. Last week his religion Professor shared with his class a short story about his young son...
The Professor told the tale of how on a cold and icy Christmas morning his son, who was about six at the time, dashed downstairs to the Christmas tree only to stand before it in silence. The tiny plate of cookies he'd left for Old Saint Nick was still sitting untouched along side a hand scribbled note intended for Santa. Obviously written in a child's hand the note read:
"Dear Santa, please take away my hearing aids."
His child had lost some hearing and wanted so much to be like his friends. Santa seemed to be his answer.
The Prof writes how he was at a loss for words and how he prayed silently for wisdom. After grabbing his son in his arms he tried to explain a difficult situation. His tiny little boy felt like Santa had let him down and as a father he felt powerless to help. They held one another and sobbed... "Lord, what do I tell my son?"
As hurtful as the day had been his son doesn't remember that Christmas disappointment, but his father does. His own pain and disappointment have lingered and to this day says he's never felt more vulnerable.
The Prof continues to write...
"The Bible reminds us Jesus gave up His power so that we could be empowered in our times of weakness. He made Himself nothing so that we cold become something."
Jesus was there in the Prof's time of weakness and believes it was God's mercy that removed the Christmas Day memory from his young son's mind. In his helplessness, his tiny son turned to his earthly father for comfort while his father turned to his heavenly father for consolation.
Today the Prof's son is grown and doing well and yet his father shares how he still finds himself in situations where he must ask "Lord, what do I tell my son?"
"I don't have all the answers but I know God does."
"In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express."
I'm so grateful today I know where to turn to~
Blessings for an awesome Sunday.
Love to you...