THE WOOD SPLITTER
I was thirteen going on thirty-five, a man of great intellect and great arrogance, and with all the rights and privileges thereof, except, of course, during those times whenmy Father was watching.
I was splitting wood for the heater one chilly winter morning while my dad sat in a rocking chair in the sunshine on the front porch. He was watching. My intellect and my arrogance (and my ignorance) overcame my fear and I threw the ax on the pile of wood. Walking over to where he was rocking I confronted him with all the confidence I could muster, “Why is it, seeing you are about three times my size, that I’m out there chopping the wood and you’re sitting up here on the porch in a rocking chair?”
My dad looked at me sincerely but sternly and answered, “Son, I chopped wood when you couldn’t. Now you’re going to chop wood because I’m not.” Now since I knew that my dad’s word was law, I tucked in my arrogance, hid as best I could my insult and went back to the woodpile.
It took years for me to properly appreciate the lesson my dad taught me with the woodpile. Nevertheless I became a good wood splitter. I am still a wood splitter. I made my two sons to be wood splinters and they are making their children to be wood splinters.
How archaic, you say. How disgustingly homey! Not so, for, you see I finally heard the remaining words of my daddy’s little speech to me, that part he didn’t speak audibly:
“Son, I chopped wood when you couldn’t. Now you’re going to chop wood because I’m not. This is so that you can chop wood when I’m gone.”
2 Tim 2:1-2
1 Thou therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.
2 And the things that thou hast heard of me among many witnesses, the same commit thou to faithful men, who shall be able to teach others also.
Nov 20, 2015