King George Rocks My World!

It happened. In a twinkling of an eye a tiny little six pound baby boy rocked my world transforming me into a stunned grandfather—or grandpa—or granddaddy or whatever he wants to call me.

When my hairy legged son-in-law stepped out of the delivery room holding his son and my grandson George Walker Scott in his arms I must confess I stood there speechless which is quite a feat for a Baptist preacher. I felt a surge of strange emotions with a single tear welled up in the corner of my eye. I knew in that moment my life would never be the same.

As you may have heard I affectionately call my grandson King George. Now I must admit King David also has a good ring to it, but my daughter Lorin had plans of her own for her first born. Lorin will be graduating in a few days with a Masters in European History from Texas Tech and named her son after two of her political heroes.

During her high school years, Lorin became a spokesman and diehard supporter of President George Walker Bush. She even named a stuffed pet lion—“Bushy” after her favorite president. Being a Texan deep in her heart, Lorin has always held our “Cowboy president” in the highest esteem, and granted him one of the highest of honors by naming her first born after him.

However, since King George reigns as my first grandson, she also named him after King George VI of England, the father the Queen Elizabeth II who currently sits on the throne of Great Britian. King George VI in many ways was a reluctant king, who stammered his way into the hearts of the English people during the dark days of World War II. Both King George VI and Winston Churchill instilled iron into the backbone of the English people who stood firm in the face of the onslaught of Nazi Germany. As the terror of the bombing of London rained down on the city, the King huddled with his people in Buckingham Palace and dared not escape to a safer place when his people had nowhere else to hide.

Needless to say, my King George has some big shoes to fill, and I have no doubts that he will. (Did I mention to you I am a grandfather—and now I think and brag just like one!)

However, I fear that part of being a grandparent may be senility. The writer of Proverbs wrote: Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers. (Proverbs 17:6 ESV)

“Children’s children are the crown of old men…”

 Not to be deterred I decided to look it up in the original Hebrew, and guess what I discovered. You guess it. The Hebrew word in this text means—OLD! Ouch.

 Yes, I am officially an old man with a happy heart, and the best grandson in the world. (Of course, if you are a grandparent you can disagree with me, and you have the right to be wrong!)

 On a serious final note, God’s grace and love never cease to amaze me. God is good and King Jesus once again rocked my world by sending us love wrapped in a baby boy.

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