A Godly Parent

Parents, love your kids. This is a high calling, and may God bless you by it as you bless Him in it.

     The following excerpt is from the book, “Missionary Patriarch: The True Story of John G. Paton.”

     With all my heart I encourage you to go and listen to John Piper’s biography on Paton entitled, “You Will Be Eaten by Cannibals! Lessons from the Life of John G. Paton.” This is part of a whole series well worth every hour you could spend in it called, “Men of Whom the World Was Not Worthy.” Find it. Listen to the ones on Paton, on Judson, on Calvin, on Luther, on Athanasius, on Augustine. Wow!

     Paton was born in 1824 as the oldest of 11 siblings in Scotland. His dad was a godly man who had a devout personal devotional life. He revered his father. On the day Paton left home there was the following:

     “My dear father walked with me the first six miles of the way. His counsel and tears and heavenly conversation on that parting journey are fresh in my heart as if it had been but yesterday; and tears are on my cheeks as freely now as then, whenever memory steals me away to the scene. His tears fell fast when our eyes met each other in looks for which all speech was vain! He grasped my hand firmly for a minute in silence, and then solemnly said: "God bless you, my son! Your father's God prosper you, and keep you from all evil!" Unable to say more, his lips kept moving in silent prayer; in tears we embraced, and parted. I ran off as fast as I could; and, when about to turn a corner in the road where he would lose sight of me, I looked back and saw him still standing with head uncovered where I had left him gazing after me. Waving my hat in adieu, I was round the corner and out of sight in an instant. But my heart was too full and sore to carry me further, so I darted into the side of the road and wept for a time. Rising up cautiously, I climbed the dyke to see if he yet stood where I had left him; and just at that moment I caught a glimpse of him climbing the dyke and looking out for me! He did not see me, and after he had gazed eagerly in my direction for a while he got down, set his face towards home, and began to return, his head still uncovered, and his heart, I felt sure, still rising in prayers for me. I watched through blinding tears, till his form faded from my gaze; and then, hastening on my way, vowed deeply and oft, by the help of God, to live and act so as never to grieve or dishonour such a father and mother as He had given me. The appearance of my father when we parted has often through life risen vividly before my mind, and does so now as if it had been but an hour ago. In my earlier years particularly, when exposed to many temptations, his parting form rose before me as that of a guardian Angel. It is no pharisaism, but deep gratitude, which makes me here testify that the memory of that scene not only helped to keep me pure from the prevailing sins, but also stimulated me in all my studies, that I might not fall short of his hopes, and in all my Christian duties, that I might faithfully follow his shining example.

     Wonderful! Would our kids say anything like this about us?