The Day our Hero Cried – Romans 12:15

Dad’s mood was somber that morning in 1966 when he sat on the couch and opened his arms for a bear hug. The four of us piled on his lap, hugging and chattering, squirming and pushing. Dad didn’t seem to mind the ruckus. Lowering his head, he squeezed us extra hard.

We knew Dad loved us more than anything. We didn’t know his heart was breaking.

The night before, the phone rang after we’d started getting ready for bed, which was unusual. Mom and Dad talked quietly about the call, and as Dad prepared to battle the Kendall Ford fire*, he pulled the curtain back to peer into the evening sky.

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He drew us all to the window to show us the glow over downtown Eugene. It was all so exciting, like waiting for fourth of July fireworks or a lunar eclipse. We bounced into bed for hours of peaceful sleep, unaware our dad would spend the night at war.

As he held us on the couch, he described how big the fire was, how hard he’d worked, and that two firefighters had died. One was a friend whom he’d supported as he fell, the other a young man several yards away, a young husband and father.

That’s when I saw the tears in his eyes.

I’d never faced the possibility my dad could be hurt before. It rocked my world to see him cry. I thought he was indestructible, unshakable, but he proved otherwise. His heart hurt for the wives and children who were suffering at that very hour while he held his family close, and I shared his pain, thanking God my daddy had come home.

“Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep” (Romans 12:15 ESV).

My dad’s example drew me closer to him, because now I understood he had weaknesses just like me. Because he allowed his family to see him grieve, he helped us see that everyone needs God to be their Father.

It was such a powerful moment in my life, it made the transition from trusting Dad to trusting God a natural one. Thank you so much, Dad!

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

*The Kendall Ford fire occurred on October 11, 1966.


A Pregnancy Test and Fish Hooks – Matthew 4:18-22

Setting the box down on the counter at the River Road Bi-Mart, I watched the clerk’s eyes as she read the pregnancy test label and scanned the load of children attached to my cart. Her gaze rested on the baby kicking against my thigh.

Her smile tightened a little as she rang up my order, but she said nothing. I imagined she counted the children in her head, and how crazy I was to have so many and one on the way.

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Feeling playful, I mentioned that my two boys would be home from school soon, then the real fun would begin. She looked bewildered.

Are all those your children?

The truth is that though the pregnancy test was mine, most of the children with me that day weren’t. Had she taken a closer look, she might have guessed they were too close in age to be from the same family. And if she were concerned, she could have asked me about it, but she didn’t. I’d have been happy to share the dynamics of my family with her, but she didn’t bother to dig deeper for clearer understanding.

Look a little closer at the facts

“While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. And he said them, ‘Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.’ Immediately they left their nets and followed him. And going on from there he saw two other brothers, James the son of Zebedee and John his brother, in the boat with Zebedee their father, mending their nets, and he called them. Immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him” (Matthew 4:18-22 ESV, italics mine).

Must I use a fish hook?

When I learned this story as a child, I thought Jesus wanted me to be like a fisherman. However it was explained to me, I imagined a hook in someone’s cheek and I had no desire whatsoever to take part in something like that.

Now, as I take a closer look, I see Jesus was speaking to fishermen, not sawmill workers, accountants, college students or childcare providers. He considered who his audience was, and how to best communicate with them. He put his message in a way they could clearly understand he wanted them to follow him, and that he’d do the job of making them into people bringers.

The promise and the calling

As I understand it, he’s saying, “If you follow me, I will make you ‘bringers of others’ to me.” Maybe that’s why I enjoyed caring for children so much. It fulfilled my mission and didn’t require handling fish hooks.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

Jesus in my Pocket – Matthew 28:20

In the third grade at Adams Elementary School a little 4 1/2-inch doll changed my life.

Dolly sat inside my desk with her toothpick-thin legs bracing her behind the pink eraser. Sure no one suspected I’d smuggled this contraband from home, school classroom .minasi stockxchngI’d play with her while the teacher wasn’t watching, making Dolly dance as I pretended to be engrossed in my coloring.

Dolly went with me everywhere.

My friend was always ready to play, even when the teacher was talking and couldn’t see my hand in my desk. Dolly’s whisperings made me smile, and none of my classmates knew why. I could take Dolly wherever I went, because she easily fit in my coat pocket.

I could even slip her into the pocket in my dress and take her out to play at recess. Oh, how I loved having a friend who would be with me wherever I went.

Then Pete saw her. He was one of the rowdy boys who the teacher assigned to the desk next to mine—hoping the quiet Kathy could influence him to be more attentive. He smirked and threatened to report Dolly.

Then I knew my friend couldn’t come to school anymore. She wasn’t that great a friend after all, since someone could steal her away, or she could fall out of my pocket and be lost.

Jesus, my true best friend.

Jesus said, “You are my friends if you do what I command … This is my command: Love each other” (John 15:14 and 17 (NIV).

He also said, “… surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age” (Matthew 28:20 NIV).

Though Pete was an irritation to me he awoke me to the reality that I needed to choose Jesus as my best friend. Jesus proved his love for me by sacrificing his life for mine. There is no friend like him, and he will always be with me, whether or not I have a pocket.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis