Being humbled can take many forms…
A year ago this past Saturday a second son was born to our friends, Josh and Kaila Coon. Several years ago, post-grad school for Josh, he and I began a mentoring friendship, and they humbled me by asking if I would come by the hospital and pray over their newborn first son when he arrived three years ago.
It almost seemed like we were reenacting a ceremony of blessing of Biblical proportions. What a treasure Quentin has been to them…and all who know them.
Then, along comes the arrival of a second son, with the same meaning-filled request to pray a prayer of blessing over him at his birth. Twice humbled was I at such a sacred privilege.
What I did not expect, in any manner, was that their son #2 was given my name of Wesley. Blown totally away does not even come close to describing the surge of quiet, deep emotion I felt when that was revealed on the day of his birth. How in the world could that even be possible………..?
So…this past Saturday was Wesley’s 1st birthday. Of course I had to have some moments with this little guy, and his big brother.
When I told Judy what had taken place in naming their second son, she asked me what went through my mind. I was named after one of my father’s close friends, a good man by the name of Wes Haines, who lived in Eugene, Oregon, way back in the middle of the last century. I told her I wondered what Wes thought when he knew a new baby boy would be named after him. I know he took some fair pride in me in my growing up years.
Generations come and go. Life happens. Surprises and blessings for which few words are capable of describing fully what has taken place show up from time to time.
Wesley is blessed with a very special big brother, and two extra special parents. And I’m blessed to have some time to watch two boys grow toward being good men like their father.