Carl, I am thinking of the time we were driving down Meridian Street. Don’t know why—the why is not the reason I am thinking of that ride. What you said to me is the reason I remember. You said something like this: “Mom, God called me to preach last night.” I was so affected. Was it pride? Was it thankfulness? Was it humility? It is hard to explain.
Maybe it was somewhat like it will be if I get a reward in heaven, then I get to offer that reward back to the Lord Jesus – cast it at his feet. I’ll say, “It’s yours, Jesus. Earning it was my pleasure!” Does that make sense to you? It was like here you were, I got to raise you, I got to take pleasure in you; I got to claim you; I got to feed and clothe you; I got to read Zorro to you and laugh at you in your black cape. And there you were a vessel to be used by him! He took my son for his use. Was that Hannah’s reward when she gave Samuel back to God?
Other things I remember: You were coming to pick me up down by Northwest Classen. Another time I have no idea why. You drove that car up to the curb, and said, “I saw you from down the street, and I said to myself, that’s either my mom, or a pretty girl.” Now that was nice! But I also remember a time when you were a little guy, you said, “Is that a whisker on your chin?” So I guess the Lord makes me remember both to give me balance in my life!
It was a great, great pleasure—turning your well being over to the Lord.
My next great pleasure was in watching—and scheming a bit—to turn your earthly well being over to Vicky. Oh, what joy it was to see you two falling in love! I remember standing in that kitchen on 18th Street and telling Vicky that I was pretty sure you were going to ask her to marry you at camp-meeting. I don’t remember her answer, but if she had any drawbacks she didn’t voice them to me. And she has never done so to this day. My son. A vessel for the Lord, a husband for Vicky. How could I ask for more!