Glory..............

I'm working on a sermon for Grandparent's Day that will be upon us this Sunday. I am fairly certain I've never covered this from the pulpit before, so I've been working pretty diligently today. I've read some great quotes...watched some hilarious youtube stuff. While reading along I came to Proverbs 14:6 - "Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers."

WOW! How awesome is that. That verse is a preachers dream. As I began to postulate a statement that would incorporate this little nugget of wisdom it hit me like a ton of bricks. From out of nowhere it came. I'm minding my own business, envisioning this great oratory for the older and the aging. WHAM! (Insert old Batman Caption of your choosing here) A Mike Tyson right hook to the body....AND THE GLORY OF CHILDREN IS THEIR FATHERS!!! My countenance dropped. My heart sank. I nearly fell out of my chair. I'm heartbroken.

MY KIDS ARE GETTING RIPPED OFF! If indeed I am their glory, they are rarely getting a glimpse at the Eternal One. They seldom get to fix their eyes upon the Majesty of God. The very grace that is supposed to hold them, carry them, drive them on...its rarely ever seen, if indeed I am their glory.

I took the kids fishing last night...that didn't go so well. Glory took the bait and somehow got away from us. When its time for bed and they just want to giggle and wrestle and pass gas...that doesn't go so well either. Glory escaped again. When they wont do this, or they dont do that...at least acccording to my standards or my schedule...no glory on the horizon either, if you catch my drift. What the hell am I doing? I suck at being GLORY. I'm inclined to believe that my kids eyes will rarely, if ever, light up with Joy and Awe and Wonder in the presence of the King, especially if dad's presence at home doesn't cause more than an occasional spark. Father please, help me know GLORY.