Posts Tagged little boys

Wows and Holy Cows

pink bugBack in the late seventies, I worked as a logger in the foothills of Mt. Rainier. The work was hard, and as a result, I was in the best shape of my life.

For a couple of those years my “ride” was a 1963 VW Bug, with little flowers painted all over the inside. The other loggers would just shake their heads sadly when I’d come “roaring into the parking lot each morning.

Out of necessity, I learned how to change out an engine on that VW bug. I drove the little car hard, and when the engine went kaput, somebody told me it was easy to take the old engine out and put another one in.

Briefly, here’s the procedure. There are four bolts holding the engine in place—and of course other smaller nuts & screws had to be removed to disengage various smaller parts. Once the bolts and screws were removed, you stood inside the engine compartment at the rear of the car, twisted the engine, pulled it out and dropped it on the floor of the garage. Without the engine, the back of the car was light as a feather, so the next step was to lift the car and roll it over the old motor and set it back down. It was a bit tricky, in that you had to straddle the engine as you walked the car forward. Next, you’d slide the old motor out of the way, slide the new on into place, and reverse the procedure to install the new engine. Piece-a-cake!

So anyhow, one Saturday morning, I was preparing to install an engine in the VW for the second time, and when I mention this to my son Billy, who was eight at the time, his eyes got wide, and he said, “Cool!”, then ran out the front door.

Later–I’d dropped the old engine, and was standing behind the car preparing to lift it up and over it–I crouched, gripped the bumper with both hands, and then a small voice behind me whispered, “Now… watch this!”

I turned to find Billy, his little brother, Wes, and four neighborhood boys standing in a row, bent forward, hands on their knees, waiting for the show Billy had obviously promised. Not one to disappoint my boys, I turned back to the chore at hand and to a chorus of reverent ooos, ahs, wows, and holy cows, I lifted the car up and rolled it over the engine.

When I turned around, there were six very impressed little boys standing there, eyes popping and mouths agape. I took a step toward them, did a weightlifter pose and growled fiercely. They about killed each other trying to get out of the garage.

I often wonder what happened to my little pink VW bug; probably a pile of rust somewhere up near the base of Mt. Rainier.


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It Was Just There!


Cooper with his mud on

Several years ago, a friend of mine posted a picture of her four-year-old, Cooper, on Facebook. He was covered with mud, and wasn’t the least bit concerned about it. The thing is, I’m pretty sure Cooper didn’t get up that morning thinking he’d find a mud puddle to play in, but when he went outside and saw the puddle, well…. boys will be boys.

When the excitement of playing in the mud puddle had run its course, Cooper’s mom washed him off, put him in clean dry clothes, gave him a hug, and sent him out to discover other adventures.

We’re all somewhat the same as young Cooper. We go into each day with good intentions, but as various “opportunities” present themselves, we sometimes give in to our human nature and dive into something we know we should avoid. Fortunately, when we do, Jesus is right there to wash us clean.

Someday, Cooper and his mom will laugh about all the things he did when he was growing up.

And maybe one day we’ll be able to sit with Jesus and laugh about the foolish things we did while we were “growing up” too.

When Jesus saw their faith, he said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.”  Luke 5:20


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DId You Do That On Purpose?

It was a typical drizzly day in the foothills of Mount Rainier, and it must have been a Saturday or a Sunday, because it was mid-morning and I was home. For some reason—maybe the wind had blown it around—the TV antenna was not pointing in the right direction, so I was going to go up on the roof to adjust it. This was a team project, so Billy and his mom, my first wife, Evelyn, were enlisted to help. Read the rest of this entry »

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