Joy in My Daddy’s Arms

There are not many places in this world where one can find, and enjoy, a sense of safety and security.  It seems as though the world is increasingly populated with those who would ravage, destroy and kill.  It is true in the physical realm as it pertains to our life and bodily safety as demonstrated by the the growing violence in our homes, our schools and in the public square.  It is also true in the realm of ideas where the shadowy forces aggressively driving our downward societal trends are intent on throwing off restraint and insisting that their way is better.  They assault the bulwarks of individualism and undermine the long established, time tested values and social mores of marriage, the home, chastity, ethics, self-control, personal freedom and scores of other matters. 

I am sickened by the flaunting of these “new ways” by Hollywood, the popular media, and political and community leaders in front of their fawning and undiscerning fans who swoon at their approach and follow like lemmings in their wake.

I am disturbed by the subtle ways in which I, and those close to me, are at times tempted to forget the abyssal differences between what they represent and what we believe when we are exposed to the slyly crafted personable veneer of respectability, acceptability, and affability which they project.

No, the world has never been a safe place.  Not since the time that the serpent appeared in the garden.  I know that.  But it seems as though the advances of evil are being made at an even faster rate than ever before.  Perhaps it is only more public than ever before due to the technology of our age which places the tools of promotion in the hands of the common person and places them and their influence on the world stage where with the same technology more and more people are able to be infected by that influence.

My granddaughter, is clearly enjoying the safety that she has in her daddy’s arms.  His love for her is written all over his face as he holds her secure while she enjoys being tossed and turned.  Her sense of security is evidenced in her beaming face and large smile as she looks to her mommy standing close by.  I’ve witnessed this interplay in person and I can hear the giggles and laughter that accompanies it.  The photograph radiates a sense of joy and security that warms my heart.

But daddy and mommy will not be able to offer an adequate level of such security and safety for her as she grows and develops in life.  She will need more, much more, than they can provide.  If she is to survive and flourish as the person she was created to be, she will need the same thing that you and I need, dear reader.  She will need the safety and security of arms of a Savior who can be her defender, protector and guide as she navigates the treacherous path of life with all of it’s dangers, both physical and ideological.  Grammy and Grampy are praying for you Lucy …  and that goes for you too Loren, and Jack, and Sarah and Christian! 

P.S. And even you, little Margo, as we await your arrival!