Lord, I don’t know how it works with you seeing the future, what with free will and all. But I suspect that you can at least narrow down the field of possibilities. Now, somewhere out there, I know there are two young men — boys — who will one day marry my girls. And I want to put in a few words about them.
First, protect them from the worst of their stupid impulses. I was a straight-A kid and we both know I still had plenty of them, so please don’t think I mean any insult by this. And when I say “protect them,” I mean go ahead and let them break a leg or chop off a finger, as long as it can be set or sewed back on. Let them hurt themselves enough to realize that their actions have consequences, and we’ll both hope that they are smart enough — and humble enough — to learn from that.
As for the less than worst of their stupid impulses, please channel those into remediable things. Like haircuts and dumb clothes. Just make sure their parents and school yearbooks get lots of pictures for posterity. Things we can show at their weddings’ rehearsal dinners. Not just for revenge, but to remind them that they can be fooled by whatever is fashionable. Even when it is so obviously stupid in retrospect. Meanwhile we’ll keep our fingers crossed that this absurd tattoo craze is over by the time these boys get old enough to be sucked in by it.
Next, please understand that, even though my daughters are beautiful and vivacious, I’m perfectly happy with the prospect of them marrying nerds. If one of my girls walks through the door with some good looking quarterback oozing charm, You help me, I will kick his butt to the curb. I hate charm. Charm cannot be trusted. And I am asking your forgiveness in advance for whatever I do to any kid who tries to work his charm on either of my girls.
I guess if I had to boil it down to one word, what I’m asking is that you make these boys true. True. In every way. Honest and faithful and dutiful and kind and generous and sincere and hard-working and humble and strong and empathetic and courageous and merciful and upright. And good. Don’t forget good. But I mean good in what they do, not merely good at what they do.
One day these two boys will walk into our lives, but not before living two or more decades of their own lives before that. We don’t know who they are just yet to keep an eye on them. You, being who You are, just maybe might have a hunch enough to do that for us. That’s why I’m asking you. These boys will one day be my daughters’ whole world. But right now my daughters are my whole world. Please, Lord, let my world keep spinning the way— how was it your own boy phrased it? “On earth as it is in Heaven.”
Thank you. Amen.