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May 05, 2004

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Guest Post: "Just Like My Dad, and His Dad's Dad"

Today is a first for my Weblog: I am offering a “Guest Post” from my brother, Luke. (The website that I maintain for his family’s ministry used to be made public, but due to certain delicate issues regarding Chistendom’s influence in certain parts of the world, I can no longer provide the link.) In any case, his words ring true and I encourage you to read his account of something that…I found out years ago. It’s a story that a lot of us realize at some point in life — and there’s a bit of gospel allegory thrown in to boot!

Weeds.I was out farmer-working (weeding) with my son Corban and my finger stared to sting. I looked down to see BLOOD seeping out of my finger just below my wedding ring. Immediately I realized that I was becoming my dad. You see, two things that are easy to catch my dad doing are gardening and bleeding, and usually at the same time. Whenever I’m back in California visiting and I wonder where my dad is, I need only go out to the garden. There I see him stooping over the weeds, sweat dripping off that same long nose I have, and bleeding from some nick or scrape he just acquired in the heat of work.

Has it come to this already? I’m on the brink of turning 30 and I am already becoming my dad.

A second thought also occured to me at that time, as I pictured the sharp, thorny weed that caused my injury. My long nose and propensity to bleed in the garden are not the only things I inherited from my dad. The very first man who lived in the very first garden resembled his Father. When he chose to disobey his Father he left the legacy of a cursed earth and a cursed will. From that point on thorns would infest the ground for his children, and all his descendants would prefer disobedience over obedience.

So as I stood there in the front yard, I realized the law of inheritance was at work. Like it or not, I was receiving what my dad, and his dad’s dad were handing down to me.

Thanks to Christ, my will has been changed to desire obedience to my new Father in heaven. That happened 10 and 1/2 years ago. But I’ve still got these weeds and this nose.

And my son is going to get the same.

~ Luke

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