My grandson, Brady started back to school yesterday and was he ever excited. The Great Blonde and I drove the 150 miles to be with Brady and Brittan, his sister on the first day of school. After breakfast we all loaded into the car and set about getting the kids to their respective schools, Brady to Frazee Elementary and Brittan to Connersville Middle. Her first day in Middle School was a day to remember. Talk about being awe struck.
Brady was intrigued with his teacher's name, a Mrs. Lighter. This 6 year old wunderkind went right to work on the name. He alleged that her first name was Cigarette. This mischievous allegation was followed by the usual childish cackle of joy. He said a few other things which he probably picked up from a girl in the second grade, hey, this kid thinks big, and upon his return home he assured his mother, grandmother and yours truly that when all was said and done, Mrs. Lighter passed muster and he feels certain she has another 20 years at the front desk in the class, as she is 'pretty good.'
The first day of school has been a ritual with me for over 40 years. I made it a point to be there on the first day of school with our children all the way through college, though I was detained when Jon entered and later graduated from the university sporting his Bachelors. Later I was there upon graduation ceremonies for the Masters and Th.D. Such is life. Now I am going through the same hoops with the grand crumb snatchers and I love every minute.
In my limited experience some of my best memories are associated with the children and grand children and the church/school life. I have met some truly tremendous people at school, church and the athletic fields. Many of these people have been friends for forty years.
There is something profound about children and the learning process. Not being a 'pretty good' teacher I have settled for the ushers waking the congregation when the sermon is over and feeling pretty good about myself in that they all did awake. While speaking I have often though for certain some of them were already in the presence of the Lord.
One of the joys of my life is to drop a child off at school, yes we do drop them out of the window while the car is moving as this helps to develop survival instincts, and at the end of the day the child comes rushing to the car with eyes completely dilated, nope, not on drugs, but intoxicated with new knowledge, a new idea or even more inspiring, a new joke. His/her eyes are opened, the oatmeal brain is firming up and the air is charged as they unload the truth of this new knowledge to the old ones of the family. How long has it been since you looked into a cherubs face, said face aglow with the wonder of having learned some new thing. It is heady. I don't know why so many let the bus drivers have all the fun.
It is true that even angels desire to look into the mystery of salvation through faith in Christ. It is also true the knowledge gained from studying God's word brings joy to the heart of God. It is much like the joyous telling of the events of the day by a child to the grand parent. Try listening to a child, you will like it.