The Safest Place
Funerals are unique for all kind of reasons. For one thing you generally hear stories about the one who’s died – things you never knew about them.
At one funeral a grown up son told his earliest recollection of his father. Paul was only three or four but remembers vividly the day a tornado hit their small American town.
His father hurried the kids indoors and had them lie on the floor while he laid a mattress over them. But his father didn’t climb under for protection. Paul remembered peeking out from under the mattress and seeing his father standing by an open window, watching the funnel cloud twist and churn across the field.
When Paul saw his father, he knew where he wanted to be. He struggled out of his mother’s arms, crawled out from under the mattress, and ran to wrap his arms round his father’s leg.
“Something told me,” Paul said, “that the safest place to stand in a storm was next to my father.”
Some things never change. The safest place to stand in a storm is still next to your Father.
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