Currently Listening Mozart: Symphony Nos.25, 26, 27, 29 & 32 see related

A wondrous thing has happened

Within my family. Two days ago Clint and Allison Blevins finally had their baby. My folks had eagerly waited at the hospital through what must have been almost two hours of heavy pushing for Ally, she’d been through alot that night. I looked at my watch between exchanges and prayers, it was getting late, and soon I’d have to go. When would the baby come? And then, the doctor appeared. “The baby’s here, he and the mother are doing fine,” he said.

“He”? A baby boy, could it be? My brother has a son! Amazing! The peaceful delight was then interrupted through the door, by a very distinctive sound: punctuated, rapid-fire bursts of high-pitched shrieks. I smiled. Another child of the covenant had been born. Yup, Satan, that’s right, get used to losing your grip on humanity, one sanctified child at a time.

The following night, Courtney and I went to visit them, for neither of us had gotten to see the spry young Tristan Rowntree yet. As we went in behind the dividing curtain, we saw the proud new parents next to a hairy little bundle, wrapped tightly inside his tiny, plastic kingdom. “Do you wanna hold him?” Clint asked. I was not keen on the idea only because I’d been cleaning, and was probably pretty dirty. At last I relented(I really wanted to hold him). At first the little guy started as if he was going to start crying in my arms, but he stopped short of it. He then looked up into my eyes with his deep baby blues, closed them, and gave a big yawn as he drifted into a serene sleep. At that point, between him and me, one of us indeed did cry. I’ll leave you to guess which one. The perfect little meeting was capped off by Clint showing my wife embarrassing pictures of me at the age of 3. Then we were off.

“He’s a pretty baby,” my wife said as we left the hospital. “Yes, yes he is,” I replied. God and His promises are remarkable, aren’t they?