Happy Father’s Day!

4 generations of Thompsons!

“Please pass the baby” was a phrase I was forced to utter rather frequently during a recent vacation that included my eight-month-old grandson, Nolan, and my mother. I’m not one to brag, but it goes without saying that my grandson is an incredibly gifted child. He can’t speak or walk yet, but there is no question he is off-the-charts intelligent, athletic, handsome, and probably already knows some calculus. All I can say is that should the Queen meet him, she would knight him immediately. So while Nolan was obviously wanting quality bonding time with his grandpa, it was a bit surprising that my mother selfishly wanted to hold him, too.

“Just because you happen to be his great-grandma,” I said, trying to not show my irritation, “doesn’t mean you can monopolize all this time.” My very own mother pretended to not hear me and said something about how I had just held him for the last hour or so, which was totally inaccurate.

It couldn’t have been more than 58 minutes. Then, to add to my consternation, she started making funny faces and noises making Nolan laugh. “Can’t you see how much he wants to be back with his grandpa?” I said raising my voice slightly above Nolan’s laughter.

“Please pass the baby,” I said after an interminable five minutes had passed. But my mother rudely ignored me and continued playing with Nolan. “Why don’t you go down to the beach and hang out with your son and daughter-in-law for a bit?” she said annoyingly. I thought for a minute and replied with surprise, “Matt and Laura are here…and a beach?”

t’s Father’s Day and I am so grateful to be a dad. And now watching my son as a dad brings such pride and joy I can hardly stand it. I often think of that old Kris Kristofferson country song which opening lyrics go, “Why me Lord, what have I ever done, to deserve even one, of the pleasures I’ve known?”

And of course, I’m reminded how fast time moves on. I look at my son being a dad and think of Jesus’ words about what will last; “Heaven and earth will disappear, but my words will never disappear” (Mark 13:31). That thought leads me to consider the amazing, incredible, and glorious promises Jesus has given us: “They will never disappear!”

I’m so grateful to be part of His family. And I’m grateful to be a part of helping others learn more about our Heavenly Father. And I’m grateful you are part of our LOGOI family and that we’re in this together. And with all these wonderful thoughts, all I can do is bow my head and say, “Thank you!

During that amazing week-long vacation, which zipped by way too fast, I was given a glimpse of how our Heavenly Father sees us. We were surrounded by the majesty and incredible beauty of His creation (which He delights in). And though we can truly do absolutely nothing for Him except smile and mess our diapers, He smiles and says, “My words–my promises to you–will never disappear.”

It’s as if Jesus looks at you and me with a love we’ll never fully understand and says, “Please pass the baby.”