Monday, February 9,
2015
"Behold,
children are a gift of the Lord; The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like
arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How
blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them" (Psalm
127:3-5).
Hey
Gang: As a senior counselor in a detention facility, one of my duties was
to notify the parents that their son or daughter was an uninvited guest in our
‘house of concrete and bars’. The response could usually be placed in one
of three categories: “Oh, how sad, he or she was not raised that way”, or “I
just knew I was going to receive a call like this someday!”, or “Don't call me,
let him stew in his own vomit,” or some other neat verb. And there was also the
three categories of responses on the part of parents: they came immediately;
they came tomorrow at the hearing, where they were required to attend; or they
did not come at all.
I wish
I could tell you the latter response was an absolute minority, but such was not
the case. Many asked, and even begged us, to keep their child locked up
for a while- say two or three months. Their homes were much more peaceful
places when youth were not there.
I want
to share two cases, one that I personally knew and the second, one that I
believe is an excellent story of the truth: "It is never too late to
recoup a prodigal back into the good graces of the family.”
The
first is a fourteen- year-old who arrived at the facility, one a wet cold
night, in the custody of one of our local police. He was not what one
would term a ‘run of the mill’ delinquent. He stuck out like the
proverbial 'sore thumb'. He was well dressed, well- manicured, very articulate
and even polite, which was a sign he did not belong in our facility.
A call
was made to his parents and, within the hour, the father and mother
arrived. A short interview determined that the young man had never
been involved in anything like this before and Dad would certainly have words
with the lad. Due to the backlog of other intakes that were
awaiting my attention, I released him to his parents and suggested that he not
show up here again.
A few
days later we had a repeat performance with same young man; however, this time
he arrived at my door in cuffs and a more belligerent attitude. The
afore mentioned procedures were followed and due to an overloaded ‘house’ and
many more violent and more sophisticated trouble- makers demanding attention, I
sent him home, again.
The
next night, when the young man arrived at Juvy, the ‘house’, it was a slow
night and I had time to sit and talk with Dad. I learned Dad was an
executive in a major industry and did not have time for his family. One
did not have to be a rocket scientist to see that the boy was doing all in his
power to get his Dad's attention, and he would continue to do so, whatever it
took.
Dad was
adamant he would do anything to reconnect with the lad and become a good father
to him. I suggested he take out a business card, write on the back of it
that he would be available to his son any time he called, and give it to his
son. I also told Dad we had a bed available, so we would give the son a
good look at what it was like to even have to ask permission to go the
bathroom!
On
Monday mid-afternoon, the son asked if he could make a phone call, he wanted to
call his Dad. His Dad happened to be a very important meeting with his
executive team. He had given strict orders not to be disturbed.
But, knowing the situation, his secretary slipped a note to him, ‘your son is
on the line’. He immediately ordered a coffee break and took the
call. The message was simple, “Dad, if you love me, come and get me
now!” Dad, cancelled the meeting, drove to Juvy and picked up his
son. They spent the remainder of the day together. I never saw the
boy again.
Soooo,
be advised that the story of the seed planter where it clearly states, "You
will reap what you sow" (Galatians 6:7). This works every time,
negative or positive, with every child. Each of us must choose, am I
willing to place my spouse and children immediately after my love for my
Heavenly Daddy? And give sacrificial love to each
Blessings,
Gramps
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