Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
It’s 1:20AM and my wife and kids are sleeping peacefully in their beds. I just started this whole “blogging” thing less than a month ago and due to my propensity to incite controversy in the name of salvation, I’ve put no less than five “editors” in my way before I can make a post so as not to give in to my sensationalist, provocative tendencies. But, when the heart begs to write, safeguards be damned. I’ll ask for forgiveness in advance as I have no doubt this entry will ramble and generally make a mockery of standard writing composition.
I was asked nearly a month ago to take on the task of being the Godfather to my best friend‘s youngest child… the reality of this honor has yet to fully sink in. Obviously it doesn’t hold a candle to being a real father, but I think everyone understands that’s a given.
Jeremiah, my future Godson, will be turning one this weekend and tomorrow is his dedication service at church, so I just polished off the letter he’ll open from me on that glorious day when he makes the decision for himself to repent of his sins and live his life for Jesus Christ, his Lord and Savior. As with us all, this will not be of his own doing, rather, it will be the Lord’s work in his heart. And while I know this to be the case, I can’t help but feel the weight of Spiritual responsibility begin to nestle in on my shoulders.
As a Dad to two munchkins myself, I know how to be a parent. But, I can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of responsibility for young Jeremiah as I do not take the role of a Godfather lightly. In fact, before agreeing to the task, I spent many hours in prayer and researched the history of the “position” thoroughly. It quickly became apparent that behind the child’s actual parents, the Godparent was to have a very real presence in the child’s life both literally and spiritually. As anyone has, I’d heard the term tossed around enough to know generally what it meant, but I just figured it was something that a parent did to make themselves feel better, or to somehow honor a good friend. I figured if I was ever asked, I’d ensure I was prepared with the obligatory Marlon Brando references and garb.
But, when Jeremiah’s Dad asked me, the sincerity in his eyes nearly broke me up (I naturally saved it with a suave maneuver just in time to save my man card). He wants a solid Christian man who will genuinely care for the spiritual well-being of his little boy. Why in the world would he ever think I’m that guy?!
Let’s be honest, until roughly two years ago I was an idiot! Sure I attended church on a semi-regular basis but to say i was anything more than a false convert would be simply lying to myself. Then the craziest thing happened, God opened my eyes and my heart.
Suddenly I began to crave the scriptures and the writing sprung off the page with life of which I’ve not ever experienced. Those old tired words in that old tired Bible in an instant became a colorful rainbow of God’s love and sacrifice. I didn’t just want to follow the Lord, I longed to follow him. I didn’t just want to be a believer so I could avoid Hell, I wanted to praise God in every way possible to thank him from the depths of my soul for his substitutionary atonement on the Calvary tree. The fact that he would allow himself to be slaughtered on my behalf is the greatest act of love this world has ever seen and I long to please and praise the God-man who completed that work.
So here I am. It’s now pushing 2 o’clock in the morning and I’m in my basement pouring my thoughts over the keys as if I were some lovelorn teenager. My heart swells with gratitude, love, pride, fear, anticipation, anxiety, and ultimately peace. I cherish being a father to my two little ones, but I am honored at the prospect of having some small part in guiding little Jeremiah to penitent faith in Christ.
At the end of the day, Christ will claim his elect and open their hearts to regeneration and the gift of the Holy Spirit.
I hope that I can be the hands and feet of Christ in your life. I pray that I can be a worthy spiritual guide and support to your Daddy as he guides you into the terrifying but rewarding realm of manhood. I’m so honored that your Daddy chose me to be your Godfather, and I do not take that responsibility lightly. As you journey through life, I promise to always be there for you – encouraging and listening to you.
I will not only pray for you daily, but will make certain that you and I get to have plenty of one-on-one time to chat about your life and your walk with the Lord. Your Dad is an incredible man but, if you’re like me, sometimes you just need to talk to someone else. I will be that guy for you. Most importantly, I will be here to help guide you down the path that leads to God. There is nothing more important in this life than to strive to please our mighty God and live our lives fully for Him. I cannot wait to see the Godly man who you will undoubtedly become.
Thank you B for providing me this honor. I’m not worthy to assist in shepherding someone else’s child.
I am honored, I am humbled, I am in awe of the greatness of our Creator.
Hear, my son, your father ‘s instruction,
and forsake not your mother’ s teaching,
9 for they are a graceful garland for your head
and pendants for your neck.
10 My son, if sinners entice you,
do not consent.
11 If they say, ” Come with us, let us lie in wait for blood;
let us ambush the innocent without reason;
12 like Sheol let us swallow them alive,
and whole, like those who go down to the pit;
13 we shall find all precious goods,
we shall fill our houses with plunder;
14 throw in your lot among us;
we will all have one purse”—
15 my son, do not walk in the way with them;
hold back your foot from their paths,
16 for their feet run to evil,
and they make haste to shed blood.
17 For in vain is a net spread
in the sight of any bird,
18 but these men lie in wait for their own blood;
they set an ambush for their own lives.
19 Such are the ways of everyone who is greedy for unjust gain;
it takes away the life of its possessors.