After church last Sunday one of the young boys was sitting looking rather glum. School still has another week of holiday to go; I figured he should have been feeling quite chirpy, so I asked him why the long face?
heard me asking and spoke for him. “His
sisters, you have three as well ... perhaps you could have a talk to him?”
I think I knew
just what he might have been feeling having had three sisters of my own.
asking him what was up ... I told him a true story about my Dad, though it may
have been embellished over the years with the retelling.
Dad had two
sisters. One day one of those sister became
one sister too many. Dad being a boy of
action decided it was time to do something to fix the situation. He thought of
a very “clever” plan. He wagged school,
got a shovel from his Grandfather’s shed and went out back of their home at
Rockdale. In those days it was a large
market garden and had very sandy soil that was easily dug. Dad began digging and continued most of the
day. He produced a lovely deep hole,
just perfect to put his sister.
It was then
that Dad realized his “clever” plan had one short coming. He had forgotten to bring a ladder. He was stuck, and couldn’t get himself out of
the hole he had dug for himself. All he
could do was start calling for help, which he did.
You may have
already guessed who it was who heard his cry for help?
who was the one sister too many found him, stuck in the hole. My Dad had to swallow his pride and ask her to
rescue him. Aunty Elsie did. She pulled him out.
then that maybe that ‘one sister too many’ might not be quiet as bad as he had
thought. That maybe the reason they had
not been getting on was more to do with his attitude and behaviour and how he
had treated her.
sisters have both passed away now, and Dad misses then both deeply, but they
both had a very real lively faith in the grace and forgiveness Jesus offer
everyone who trusts what he did on the cross.
He has the comfort that death is not the end and they will all be
reunited one day in heaven with God.