My Dad Knows God Poem
Driving home: My dad knows God. I swiftly slipped away from my place of eavesdropping, and with tears running down my cheeks, I dropped on my knees in my room and prayed earnestly and gratefully, Oh God, I pray that my boy will always…
Martin reads a poem and its accompanying anecdote about a son bragging that 'My dad knows God,' illustrating what a real, transparent spiritual climate in a home looks like, beyond mere talk or church attendance.
we began last week to consider the first of the two major means ordained of God for the nurture of our children, namely chastening and admonition. And just recently, just by way of a little buttressing of the emphasis given on this matter of the overall climate of our homes, I thought I would read to you something that was put in my letter file, unsigned, I believe. I don't think I know who sent it to me. But when we talk about a spiritual climate in our home that's real, we're talking about something expressed by the author of this poem and then the comments which give us,
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