I am Truly Blessed Beyond Measure
Lately, I often find myself at work much later than I ought to be. I should be at home with my family, but instead I find myself here at work.
So tonight the phone rang. It was Tori, my second daughter and fourth child, asking me to print out a school paper she had typed up and emailed me (our printer at home hasn't worked for a while). Upon opening the document, I find a creative fictional story about her breaking a window at school with a BB gun, and her older brother taking the blame in order to spare her the pain and discipline of the transgression. I'm pretty sure the story is pure fiction, unless there was something I missed over the years...
Let me just describe to you the immense thrill I have in reading this story. This story contains the key elements to any excellent human drama, which usually include:
- Transformation or Change
But this one goes the final mile. It includes the element of Sacrifice, which I consider to be the pinnacle of human drama. If a story doesn't portray sacrifice, it is relegated to the catagory of "neutral narrative," as far as I'm concerned. I guess I'm kinda old and bored with human drama, because if there's no sacrifice, there's no real story for me anymore.
So here's the thrill for me: In her story, Tori's older brother, Chason, takes the blame for her wrongdoing, demanding nothing from her in return. This tells me some things:
- She understands the Gospel: that Christ suffered in our place, taking upon himself the punishment for our sins.
- She loves her brother, so much that she writes about him, portraying him in such a noble, Christ-like character.
I really can't put into words the joy this story brings me, though I'm sure that to her, it's just another silly assignment. I'm reading a lot into this, I know, but simply put, it makes me happy. If my children love each other, then I have achieved something, and in that acheivement,