For about five years the sweetest family lived next door to us. Kathy and Chuck had four little children at the time. The Bentley’s took their job of parenting very seriously. Kathy home schooled the children, ground her own wheat to make fresh bread each week and she created the best tasting homemade granola ever.
On occasion, after they put their children to bed, our friends would invite Steve and me over. I guess they longed to talk to someone eye level. One night, as we were enjoying each other’s company and drinking some delicious French press coffee, Kathy began to talk about her day. She confided that throughout the day she had cried out to God to help her do the very important job of parenting.
She said, “As I was praying, I thought of one of my favorite passages that encourages me as a parent. You know the one that says, ‘Chain up a child when they are young.’” Steve, Chuck and I looked at each other and began to laugh. Then Kathy realized her mistake and joined in the laughter.
Raising children is not for the faint of heart. I would contend that there’s probably not a harder job on the face of the earth. As parents we are actually architects building little temples where Jesus wants to live.
Of all the songs we have sung through the years, perhaps one of the most important is the song, “The Highchair.”
If we can look past the dirty faces, the sticky fingers, the spilt milk and the messy diapers we will be able to see the building blocks God wants to use to change the world.
Listen to the audio: The Highchair
Who is that little fellow with ketchup on his nose
Spaghetti in his hair and that Kodak pose
Who’s sitting in that highchair keeping rhythm with a spoon
He’s got your full attention and you’re crazy as a loon
He might the doctor that finally finds a cure
Or the one who brings the schools back into prayer
He may be there with you when you’re old and all alone
You don’t know, who’s sitting in that highchair
Who is that little lady as precious as a lamb
Painting like an artist with that pudding in her hand
Who’s sitting in that highchair with her supper on the floor
She’s got you saying things like, “I can’t take it anymore!”
She might be the first lady to fly beyond the moon
Or the one who changes history with her prayers
She may be there with you when you’re old and all alone
You don’t know who’s sitting in that highchair
Step back and take a look
Take a picture of that moment in your mind
That dirty face in heaven’s book
Is where the future treasures always go to hide
Steve Chapman/Times & Seasons Music/BMI