OCTOBER 20, 2017 - NOVEMBER 2, 2017

My youngest daughter, age fourteen, was the last Wagner into the master bedroom. All five of us gather there each night to pray together before we retire for the evening. When she arrived, she was shrouded in a gray blanket, and her body movements were equally “gray.”

“What are you doing, Sweetie?” I asked with a bit of perplexity. Mind you, I was not surprised that something odd was happening; in our household the odd is somewhat to be expected. I was merely curious as to what this latest oddity could possibly portend.

In the dreariest of voices, something Dickens or Poe would have delighted in, she intoned, “I am celebrating the death of my childhood...” The room erupted in laughter, save for my dreary female progeny, who was intent on milking her act for all it was worth.

That was a week or so ago, and I honestly at this point do not remember what minor little issue in her life led her to proclaim the epitaph of her youth. I do know that those few moments we all spend together with each other and the Lord night after night are, to me, the most precious moments of the day.

Our conversations may be merely a few moments, or may extend into quite a while. Questions are asked and answered, everyone catches up on how everyone else’s day went, and plans are laid for the following day. Our family and church family usually comes up then, as we remind each other who and what needs helping or praying for.

The prayer time that follows the conversation is often entirely serious, as five people join hearts and beseech the Lord for so many things that we know only he can handle. At other times, the prayer time itself becomes a time of laughter as we invite the Lord into our moments of sheer joy.

Did you think that God does not know how to laugh, and does not appreciate good humor? Where exactly do you think humor and laughter came from?

Genesis 21:6 says, “And Sarah said, God hath made me to laugh, so that all that hear will laugh with me.” A person who cannot see the miracle in a ninety year old women getting pregnant is an imbecile, and a person who cannot see the humor in a ninety year old woman getting pregnant will not need any help from a mortician upon his death, since he clearly is already pre-embalmed.

There are hugs and kisses to close out our time together, and then feet shuffle down the hallway to their respective places as we all seek out the glorious rest that will rejuvenate us for the tasks of the following day. Precious moments indeed.

The family unit is the very building block of our society, and that society will be about as strong or weak as the family units that make it up. There is not enough money or social programs in the world to make up for an epidemic of broken homes, split families, boys not having the godly influence of a father, and girls not having the godly influence of a mother. Can individual kids grow up to do right, even through less than ideal circumstances? Yes, Trust me, I know this on a very personal level.

But everyone out there raising kids needs to understand that getting pregnant or getting someone pregnant ushers you into a whole new world of responsibility. You had the fun, now you have the responsibility that comes from it.

People often shrink from or entirely abandon that responsibility. That is a shame on so many levels. They are hurting a child and by extension the entire society when they do so. But what they apparently do not realize is how much of a loss they are inflicting on themselves as well. Those few moments talking and laughing and praying before bed each night? They are utterly, inconceivably precious.

You can have your profligate lifestyle if you want. But it will never hold a candle to the precious moments.

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Dr. Bo Wagner is pastor of the Cornerstone Baptist Church of Mooresboro, NC, a widely traveled evangelist,and the author of several books. 

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