One of the greatest moments in my life, as a parent, was one day when my oldest son had, what to him was, a most horrible accident.

     First, let me back up a bit. My wife was an accomplished artist, working with oils on canvas. My son's dream was to walk in his mother's footsteps as an artist. Luella, my wife, loved the out-of-doors, painting scenic or wild life, such as deer or elk or mountain lion. My son dreamed of emulating his mother's skilled detail.

     For one weekend the class teacher instructed each student to draw a picture during the weekend to illustrate something important in their life. The main, though somewhat unusual requirement, was that each student had to use an ink staff and black ink for the drawing. Our older home had a really attractive stairway going up stairs to the library and bedrooms. He decided it would be fun to draw the stairway to the upper floor, from an angle placing emphasis on the beautiful banister.

     Progress was going well, when suddenly I heard an awful yell filled with anguish. I turned my attention from my studies to see what the problem might be. Accidentally a big glob of ink had fallen in the floor area, just below the foot of the stairs. My son was ready to destroy his beautiful art.

     I sat down beside him, with my hand on his shoulder pondering the accident. I complimented him on his great artistic creation and suggested that he take a break for a slice of banana-nut bread and a glass of milk. When he was ready to return to his creation I suggested, "Son, why not take time to very carefully, but slowly draw in a little Scottie dog looking up stairs in anticipation of you coming down to take him for a run?"

     In a couple hours I was proudly presented with a lovely ink drawing of a Scottie dog longingly looking up the beautiful stair way.

     This was the beginning of a new family clich√©, which I still use when I have an accident or mess up on a project: "Let's make a Scottie dog of it." My son learned that day one does not have to express great anger in dismay, for, as the writer of Proverbs says, "A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger." NIV - Proverbs 15:1.   Also, "I can do everything through Him who gives me strength." NIV - Philippians 4:13.

     This is an excellent analogy of what happened to the human race. In the Garden of Eden, man made such a horrible mess of things that only our Father could make it like new again. Christ came, placing His hand on man's shoulder. Christ assured man that if he would only accept His vicarious death on the Cross of Calvary, the havoc that took place in the Garden, for all of time, breaking the beautiful relationship between man and his Maker, can be made beautiful again. Now, we like the Scottie dog in the story, can look up, waiting for the return of our Savior, as our Redemption draws nigh. 


       Just a Thought Across The Garden Gate by Parson Don.



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