My friend (and the Preacher at my church) Stacy had an experience that must’ve been pretty cool today. It was during rehearsal-time for the choir. He was on stage with the choir singing the old hymn “Great is Thy Faithfulness.” (I was in the back, adjusting the soundboard.) During verse two, Stacy’s son Benton (who’s not quite a year old) was being bounced on the knee of Angie (Stacy’s wife). Benton let out a sort-of half-giggle/half-squeal that made everybody look over at him. Stacy, naturally, looked over too, grinning from ear to ear. I know Stacy well enough to know that the application of enjoying his son’s happiness while singing “Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh God my Father….Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me” did not escape him. I couldn’t see her from where I was, but I’d bet real, paper-money that Angie had roughly the same smile on her face, too.
(The Steelers just won the Superbowl, by the way…but I’ll let you choose which of those two stories actually MEANS something in the “big game” of life.)