I'm Just Saying

Dr. Paul Perkins

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For an author writing is as necessary as breathing. They don't write for money or to court literary fame, but because they believe they have something to say. It matters not that anyone will read or listen, the words must be written, and if in the process someone is blessed -- all the more wonderful

Dr. Perkins has written for a long time, but only recently has sought to publish his work and venture into new genres. He believes in education, finally earning his doctorate at the age of 55. He believes that learning never ends, giving fodder to the imagination and breathing life into the characters on his page. His hope is to continue telling stories for a new generation of readers and aspiring authors.

Dr. Perkins' first novel is "Centurion: From glory to glory", but is not his first book. He has written "Legacy to my sons", "The Lost Shepherd", "The prayer of a transformed life", "The Cost", and a verity of Christian Youth Devotionals. 

Why I love My Grandchildren -- More Than Yours

I was thinking about this today. Why do I love my grandchildren more than I like other people's grandchildren?  It isn't because I am closer in proximity, they live half way around the world and I am nearer to other people's grandchildren.  Not because I spend more time with them, for the same reason. I don't love them more because they look like me, they do have some characteristics consistent with our family.  I am not sure I love them more because they have wonderful dispositions and winning personalities; even though they do.  I have experienced the darker side of my grandchildren being around them for a couple of days. 

Interesting enough I find myself briefly engaged with other people's children but I don't have an internal urge to pick them up and cuddle them or kiss them on the cheek.  I am also more apt to send them back to their parents quicker if they are ornery, fussy, or somewhat smelly.  Infants are fascinating to me but I am not one to hold them; they seem too fragile, but I am more inclined to hold my infant grandson and marvel at him while he sleeps on my chest. 

All this brings me back to the same question -- why?  I believe it is because they are 'of' me.  I can't prove this but there seems to be a sense that because these children are part of me that I am inextricably drawn to them.  There is an unspoken bond, a tether if you will, that extends beyond rational explanation.  Now, I know that adopted grandchildren hold a special place in the hearts of grandparents.  My brother and sister in law have adopted grandchildren.  Their bond is no less meaningful but it is a matter of choice as they have welcomed these children into their family. I think, however, there is an instinctual difference.

In Christ we are both.  We are adopted and we are a part of Him.  We are created in His image and we have been chosen and placed in his family.  We are His body and His members.  He loves us not because He has to but because we are His.  We love Him not because we are compelled but because we are inexplicably drawn to our heavenly Father. These are mysteries and defy explanation.  Reducing them to chemical reactions in our brain and genetically combined histories doesn't in any way eliminate the mystery. In fact I think that it causes me to marvel even more at such a creative and awesome Father.

When Rebecca and I board the plane to return home we will be leaving a small piece (two small pieces) of us in Bahrain.  We will long for the next time we will be able to hold them and play with them.  We will plan, buy toys, and ready our home for their visit. Most of all we will pray that God will keep them safe, healthy, and secure as their parents teach them to love Him with all their hearts. And as much as I will enjoy the children of the church I know that there is a grandfather's love reserved for only a few. I'm just say......