Principle of Legacy

CCJ 3Not once did the thought occur to me.  Not once.

We knew at 10 weeks we were having twins, courtesy of those dandy new ultrasound machines.  And we were excited.  Fresh out of school, still using wedding dishes, living in our own home, and picking out not one, but two sets of names. 

Two boys?  Joel Andrew and Jeremy Adam. 

Boy and a girl?  Joel Andrew and Jessica Leigh.

I was pretty quiet as we headed home from that latest ultrasound.  The images were beginning to form in my mind for the first time.

Two girls?

Cosmic shifts started taking place in my little brain.  And they all culminated in a wedding.

Since I was old enough to understand what fathers were, I wanted to be one.  I was blessed to have a dad who loves being a dad, to this day.  In whatever ways I have failed to live up to his example, I caught the whole load on that one.  And in doing so, three deep convictions emerged:

  • I would be the first representation of the nature and character of God to my children.
  • We were called to raise adults, not children.
  • Mommies build nests, but for daddies, children are arrows in their hands, and my job was to launch them.

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Generations

by Andy Wood on June 18, 2008

in Five LV Laws, Principle of Legacy

Mamma and LouThis Saturday will be the next step in a season of some pretty intense generational shifts for us.  More on that tomorrow.  I wrote the following article ten years ago, during another such season.  It only seems like yesterday…

The voice on the phone was tired and quiet – not unusual for a hospital room at 9:20 pm.  They’d just gotten Lou (my grandmother) settled down for the night when I’d made my untimely call.  The occasion, other than to check on Lou, was to wish Mamma a happy 60th birthday.  A little ironic that I had to track her down at Providence Hospital where she was watching her mother edge closer to death. 

Life is filled with choices and changes, and my mom has seen her share of them.  But perhaps never with the magnitude and frequency of change she faces now.  Her mother has cancer, and is losing the battle.  Her son lives many hours away.  And up the highway a couple of hours, her daughter prepares for the Big One.  She’s preparing to leave the country for the mission field.

On this night, I enjoy a feminine family reunion by telephone.  I speak briefly to Lou, to tell her I am thinking of her, loving her, praying for her.  I hear the pain, the despair, the fear in her voice.  That growing sense of hopelessness that says, “I don’t feel good and I probably never will again.” 

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Bill HydeI never knew Bill Hyde.

I will one day.

Bill was a church planter.  I know a little about that; I planted a church five years ago.  Bill planted six hundred, and just before he died, he hosted a then-record 3,700 participants in a Pioneer Evangelism conference.  His vision:  to plant 3,000 churches.  He took what people were adding in the Philippines, and began multiplying their efforts ten-fold.

I never heard Bill’s deep bass voice, singing or otherwise.

I will one day.

Bill gave up a career in music or teaching because, as one person put it, he wasn’t content leading a quiet, happy life teaching music.  Instead, he and Lyn, his wife, chose the frontlines of the battle.  They were appointed as missionaries in 1978.

I never hung out, played golf, argued, or even shook hands with Bill.  I sure hope I can one day.

Jim Cox, his former co-worker, said that Bill was a big guy:

Big in stature, big smile, big laugh, big hands, big heart. Bill was a musician, a teacher, a planner, an organizer and a doer. He had strong opinions, enjoyed a good argument and a game of dominoes. Bill and I played golf together weekly. He was my perfect golfing companion because he was as bad a golfer as I—not that we kept score anyway.

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Laura Kate 3We welcomed you into the world today after a lot of prayer and waiting, filled with joy and anticipation.  You didn’t disappoint!  Other little girls have been and will be born.  Other grandchildren will surely grace our family.  But you will always be our first.  And your arrival will always be a memorable moment in our lives.

On this day, May 12, 2008, it’s a crazy world.  But I guess people would probably have said that on the day I was born 49 years ago, too.  It’s an election year in America.  Here in Lubbock, our mayor just lost a reelection bid two days ago.  Soon the Democratic party will choose between Hillary Clinton and Barak Obama for their nominee for president.  Either one will represent an unprecedented step in American politics.  Republicans already have their candidate – John McCain.  An earthquake hit China today.  American soldiers are fighting in Iraq in an unpopular war. 

We worry about the world you are inheriting.  But we don’t fear as those who have no hope.  We know in whom our (and your) hope lies.

For a short time, I get to be your pastor.  That’s really cool.  But I’ll always get to be your grandfather.  And that’s even more cool.

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EarthI guess it was the first face-off between parent and teacher in Carrie’s life.  She was a little freaked in first grade about some impending disaster reported as fact in her science class – global warming, the death of the ozone layer, or something.  We were riding in the car, and she asked me what I thought (in first-grade language, of course) about the certain impending doom of planet. 

I found myself speaking from the depths of my soul – using words I’d never put together in the same sentence before. 

“Carrie,” I said, “never, never, never believe anyone who would make you afraid of the future.”

I came by that honestly.  I remember asking my dad at about the same age, “Did you know that the Russians have enough bombs to destroy every American?”  He replied, “Yes, and we have enough bombs to blow up every Russian.”  That more or less ended the Cold War for me.  (By the way, you just haven’t lived until you’ve heard “Shout to the Lord” sung in Russian.  Those American Idol contestants got nothin’ on our brothers and sisters in the former Soviet Union.)

This all came back to me last week.  I was shopping with my wife at Walmart and passed a display of some sort of DVD series or books or something.  The basic idea was, “spend your money on this to learn about how we’re all going to hell in a handbasket.”  I passed.

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My Changing Legacy

by Andy Wood on February 29, 2008

in Five LV Laws, Principle of Legacy

(updated September 29, 2009)

[kml_flashembed movie="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0" width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent" /]Okay, if you aren’t one of the millions of  people who has seen this three-year-old’s stunning summary of Star Wars (Episode IV), let me be the first to introduce you. This little girl had seen the movie only once, and her dad spread it over three days so it wouldn’t be too much all at once for her. She started retelling the story to him in much more vivid detail even than here, but alas, he says, the camera wasn’t rolling. So he got her to start over. He says:

She wasn’t coached to say anything, nor was she forced to make the video. She rarely stops talking. Those of you with children understand this: sometimes it’s harder to turn the faucet off than to turn the faucet on.

This isn’t about Star Wars. I really don’t care whether you are a complete fool for Luke, Chewbacca and the gang, or whether you think the series is completely evil, or even whether you’ve seen it. It’s about something much more profound.

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Wood Family 3I’ve done reunions badly, if at all. Never went to a high school reunion. And while I do have my share of sentimentality, somewhere in my brain is a switch that flips with life changes. “Move on,” it says, and typically I do.This year was different. Somehow in one of those once-in-a-lifetime periods of alignment, I had two reunions in exactly the same location within a week of each other. [click to continue…]

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