When my son Stephen was nine, he joined the Cub Scouts, and in no time, the Pinewood Derby was upon us. There stood Stephen in our kitchen doorway waiting for me to help him. He said, “Dad, it’s a father-son project.”
Now, I’m hopeless with my hands! But Stephen has only one dad. So I tossed up a silent prayer, and we began. Before long, much to my surprise, a racer took shape.
Later, Stephen told his brother, “Dad said he couldn’t do that racer. He did it great. He can do about anything if he puts his mind to it.”
This is Howard Butt, Jr., of Laity Lodge. A nine-year-old pulled me from my comfort zone and pushed me to risk something new. Because risk, large or small, is part of the high calling of our daily work.
For this is what the high and lofty One says— he who lives forever, whose name is holy: “I live in a high and holy place, but also with him who is contrite and lowly in spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.” (Isa. 57:15)