Flying Chick Boy

But those who wait for Yahweh will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run, and not be weary. They will walk, and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31 WEB)

When we moved into our first Guam home I saw the opportunity to improve my Amateur Radio station by attaching a tower to the back of our concrete home. This also provided ready access to the roof. This is important on a tropical island. Annually you need to clean the roof and paint it white. That’ll reduce the inside temperature several degrees on a clear day. A few stakes in the ground, a couple clamps on the roof, and everything was safe and secure. Joel was very observant while I was installing the radio tower.

A day or two later Joel, and his friend were playing in the yard. Beth and I had a simple rule for disciple when the children were young. If we tell them not to do something after the first occurrence then there is no more excuse for disobedience. The problem with this mode of instruction was insuring all bases were covered, before something terrible happens. It’s amazing how many little things in life you don’t remember when trying to set out the ground rules.

One day Beth was sitting and reading in the living room. She heard a thud, thud, thud resound through the concrete walls then silence. A few minutes later she heard the same series of thuds. At first she thought it was the washer shaking the house until she realized concrete houses usually doesn’t shake.  During earthquakes they shake but this wasn’t an earthquake.

Glancing out the dining room window she heard the same thud, thud, thud and then witnessed two very young boys (about three years of age) flying off the roof to land in the yard. They looked at each other then smiled with obvious glee and rushed toward the back of the house and the very convenient radio tower.

Across the roof they ran with capes made from blankets flying from their backs. In their enthusiasm they leaped again only to find Beth waiting like a policeman at the end of their flight.  I wonder if Superman ever met his mother after jumping from a tall building.  Beth wasn’t happy.

A new rule was quickly laid down before someone was hurt in their imaginative use of available materials and access. They were disappointed with the new rule but glad they weren’t sitting on hot, sore bottoms at dinner time.

A few years later we visited with folks we met from the Naval Air Station. They were the proud and harried parents of a couple energetic and imaginative boys as well. While we enjoyed conversation and fellowship they pulled an old parachute from the closet.

Their children would use the material in a number of ways including building forts, tossing things in the air, etc., to entertain themselves. As they handed the parachute to James his eyes lit up with glee and expectation. Along with Ellice and Joel they went out the door with James clutching the parachute to his chest.

As a quick last minute reminder Beth shouted to them, “No jumping off the roof with the parachute!” James turned to look at us and was crest fallen as he slumped out the door to play.

Our friends turned to us and said, “We never thought of that. Why would you think of that?”

Beth calmly replied, “We know our son. Given the chance he would jump off the tallest building with a napkin if he thought he could float to the ground.”

Just like our boys, we tend to know God’s rules but ignore them until we hear a thundering voice of correction. Common sense to do some things and not others is a gift from God. As Calvin, a cartoon character, once said, “I have lots of commons sense. I just choose to ignore it.” Let’s listen as God prompts us, from our hearts, to live in obedience, before the hand of correction falls.


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