One night, about one month after I returned from Dad’s funeral, the Back To The Bible program (J.Vernon McGee) came on. Andrew and I got in on the last part of the program, and as we heard the song, “Jesus Paid It All” at the end of the program, Andrew said, “I wish we had discovered this before Dad died. What fun he would have had sitting in his rocking chair in the living room, listening to his beloved J. Vernon McGee!"
I still listen to it every day. What a blessing to have uplifting Christian programming coming over the internet!
This morning, I remembered something I wrote to my Mom and sisters in May, 2004, and I wanted to share this with you. What kind of memories are we creating for our children?
Psalm 34:11 says, "Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord."
I was preparing my devotional for Norma's Baby Shower yesterday, and I came across this verse. I have been thinking about the following thoughts.
Remember when on Saturday mornings when we would all go into Dad's room (sleepy-eyed and in our pajamas and gowns) and climb into his bed (sometimes, Mom was still in bed...Dad lying there, still in his t-shirt) and listen on the short-wave radio to Odyssey, then to Children's Bible Hour? When I think back to those days, such a warm and comfy feeling comes over me. A whole hour of kids’ fun. We didn't care that it was so early. I remember going to sleep on Friday nights and thinking, "Tomorrow we get to listen to Odyssey and to Uncle Charlie!" Oh, and the mornings when we would sleep late and MISS those programs! It was awful!
Truly, the short-wave radios that Dad has had throughout the years have really been a wonderful thing. Not only getting to listen to programs in English, but Christian, English programs! Remember? Family Radio...HCJB...J.Vernon McGee? Voices of the past, we could say.What wonderful memories. Thank the Lord for such sweet memories to look back on. Those care-free childhood days!
We are making new short-wave memories. This warm and comfy and sweet feeling comes over me, as I now remember our times in our little (nice) house in San Antonio. It's dark outside, because everyone has gone to bed. (And it is only 8:00!) No music is being played, no children are playing outside our house...just me and Andrew and our short-wave, because even Baby Andrew is sleeping. Sometimes we play Rummikub while we listen. Sometimes on Wednesday evenings, that will be our "church" time. And when Baby Andrew grows up, I hope that he, too, will have short-wave radio memories.
P.S. Just thought I'd post these pictures that I took of the kiddies while they were playing yesterday.