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The worst thing that could happen to me is…
I imagine sometimes when my wife and I have little Bakers running around the house. I think about being a father all the time and how wonderful I think she would be as a mom. I think the worst thing that could happen to a parent is to have to bury a child. Parents are not meant to survive their kids. Children are meant to bury their parents.
I see on the news or have read about, have seen on countless television shows or movies when parents lose a child to gun violence, suicide, or medical conditions. It tears my heart to hear it so I think the worst thing that could happen is to me (even though I am not yet a father) is to have a child die.
Originally my answer was different and I suppose I could give two answers to this question. I’ve noticed that as the days go by others taking part in Blogging Honesty are taking liberties, so…
In retrospect, I think this might be the absolute worst thing that could happen to me… What if I lived my life the way I wanted to and have been doing and then died and found out that what Jesus and the Bible said was true. Having to spend all eternity in Hell is definitely the WORST thing that could happen to me. Somehow I don’t think waiting until death is the right time to find out.
Introducing Galen Sterling-Smith from KVGess’ Blog
Welcome Galen Sterling-Smith, to Morning Erection as the November guest blogger. Galen’s blog gives Advice You Don’t Want To Hear But Need to, form a Christian perspective. I’ve enjoyed reading his posts and I’m sure you will to but first things first, his guest post! As always, Galen’s guest post here means he has taken time away from his own blog and spent time thinking of this great post for us. It is a great honor for me to be able to have a guest blogger so as a favor to me please show Galen the courtesy of leaving lots of comments and be sure to visit his site as well. Thanks.
I am amazed at the person my little brother has become. He’s 15 years old and 11 years my junior. He grew up in a different house than I did due to the fact that we share a father but not mothers. He grew up in a two parent household, I grew up in a 1.5 parent household. This is no slight to my stepfather who is an awesome man, but nothing replaces the presence of the man who is literally half of who you are.
I’d see my brother only in summers and on holidays when he was younger and I enjoyed our brief times together; knowing full well they weren’t long enough and constantly fearing that he wouldn’t know anything about me or who I was.
Then in college I moved in with my dad to save money and was able to see my brother a lot more often.
Every Sunday I’d head out to church by myself, sometimes taking my brother along with me just for kicks – or so I thought. As he grew up, I’d say he had a basic understanding of God and faith, but I wasn’t sure how strong or solid it was.
A few years later (I’m not sure how old he was, but he was older, lol) he’d make his decision about faith and it really surprised me what motivated him to make his choice.
It was, in part, me…
The reason this surprised me was for all the reasons listed above–I didn’t see him that often and I didn’t think he was really paying all that much attention to me. The reason I thought this was because I didn’t think very much of myself. I didn’t think I was worth listening to or being paid attention to. However, my brother saw something of value in me. My brother used me as a model for the kind of person he wanted to be.
Lately, people have been asking me for advice or commentary on my marriage and relationship with my wife. Some are surprised at “how good a husband [I am].” Really, I’m surprised that they’re surprised because, again, I don’t feel like I’m doing anything worth mentioning or paying attention to. I just do what I do because I feel it’s the right thing to do.
However, this brings up my point–I think what I’m doing is no big deal, but to somebody else, it is. This really puts into perspective the idea of watching your character and actions because you NEVER know who is watching you.
I imagine parents would know what I’m talking about. Children are mimics at an early age. They learn how to function in the world by watching the people around them. Their good and bad habits are not always nature but their nurturing as well.
Whenever you’re a person of any kind of example, in my case an older brother and a Christian, I have to keep in mind that someone may be watching me at all times. This creates a bit of pressure to keep doing what’s right within the realm of my moral upbringing. I don’t have the opportunity or luxury of going against what I claim to stand for even for a second, because I don’t know who’s following in my example or waiting for me to mess up…
This helps me to stay on the straight and narrow because every time I’ve thought about straying from the path, someone, somewhere, somehow pops up and reminds me that there are eyes on me always.
So ask yourself, who’s watching you?
*November 7, 2010 tomorrow morning at 2:00 am Daylight Savings Time ends and you should turn your clocks back one hour. Yes, you gain an hour of sleep.