One of the most wonderful memories I have of growing up was my father reading to us kids (6 of us) after dinner. Every night as we were finishing up dinner, he would read first a couple of chapters out of the Bible, and then a chapter or two, or three if we could plead with him, from some other book. He picked different books, mostly from missionary biographies, or stories about great Christians from the past, or from various fiction works from authors like C.S. Lewis. I think we went through the entire 7 book series of the Chronicles of Narnia, THREE TIMES. I don't even remember him using particular voices or anything, but I can remember being able to see those stories in my mind's eye as he would read them. From the works of Paul Brand and "Ten Fingers for God" to "Through Gates of Splendor", to "Hammered as Gold", that's how I learned to look beyond my small world to the far corners of the earth that Jesus has sendt us to.
I think that's one of the things I wish I had done with my kids when they were growing up. (*sigh*) A different age.
No comments:
Post a Comment