My two sons gave me and my wife an emotional call within a few days of each other. They had both caught my two grandsons telling lies about events my sons did not witness recently. My grandsons each insisted that their testimony was true, and both my sons reminisced the decades earlier when they insisted that their lie was truthful and that I could not know it was not.
My sons did not know their two calls were identical, nor that my silent listening was based as much upon concealing my sobs as much as it was upon my interest in hearing their gratitudes.
Both sons confessed their composure to hide their rising rage while my grandsons insisted their lies were true, and both my sons told me how they relived their moments in time when my grandsons burst into tears, confessed their lies, and asked, “How did you know, Dad?”
Twice, in a matter of a few days, my sons each spoke of the strange but wonderful feelings after each encounter, that they were me and my grandsons were them, decades ago. Both sons hugged my crying grandsons and explained again, as my own father had explained to me, “You are too young to know that I have been there and done that, my son. Someday you will remember this when your sons think you cannot know.”
Strange thing about the source of all our identities (John 5:30). We cannot RE-cognize an identity unless we first knew it (John 5:37-38).