After a three day weekend comprised of a writers’ conference, a wedding, and a high school class reunion–all in different Iowa towns–being back in my own home has rarely looked so good. The future’s looking pretty good too, if what I observed at the different events is any indication.
- Writers diligently working to learn their craft so they can creatively share their faith with a needy world and generations to come.
- High school classmates, all of us puzzled by how forty years went by in the blink of an eye, who count family their dearest possessions and who are grateful for their blessings.
- A young bride and groom who put others ahead of themselves by anticipating and meeting their guests’ needs. Even a table of activity packets–bubbles, crayons, and a wedding-themed coloring books–for the children.
Everywhere, it seemed, young adults and older ones were congnizant of not only of their own present needs, but also of the needs of future generations. These adults encourage rather than oppress children who are at their mercy. They count it an honor to explore the world with young ones in their care. Adults whose kindnesses give hope for what is yet to come because they remember the children who will one day own the future.
When I reflect on why I chose teaching…a way of life that has been the reality for so many in our extended family, altruistic intent is the singular thing I return to so often. When I age, and when I decline in contribution to my own family and society in a greater sense, I have always hoped for (expected even) a student that was treated well and led humbly by a teacher. Perhaps that will guarantee a higher modicum of care, an even greater attention to detail. Or maybe, just maybe, an extra helping of dessert on a Friday or Saturday evening.
Well put, cousin. Investing our love in children reaps dividends of love in the future…toward the original investors and the world, as well.