Grandpa’s Diary. Day 470.
This Little Lady, originally uploaded by Praying for Lions.
(What My Granddaughter has Taught Me About Discipleship…or maybe just reminded me of what I already knew.)
Four Hundred and Seventy Days ago seems like yesterday. This little lady arrived in the most normal of ways. But since the day she’s arrived, SHE has been the center of attention. Amidst the relearning & the coaching and the reliving of what it means to be a parent, I have had a crash course in re-learning what discipleship really is all about. Now by discipleship I mean the process in which we become devoted followers of Jesus, and I mean the life transformation that takes place over time as we become more like Christ!
My learned professor in discipleship is this little lady who demands & gets almost constant attention. It is always about her. Her every whim is attended to by several large people, typically known as adults.
When I’m charged with her care…I truly feel like a Secret Service agent guarding the President’s daughter. Constant vigilance is required. This little lady doesn’t know much so I’m in charge of knowing things for her. She doesn’t speak our language yet so I must interpret the Gerber-baby glossolalia that pours from her mouth.
“What does this have to do with disciple-making?” You may ask. Well, in a word–everything. True discipleship is a 24/7/365 reality that cannot be relegated to an hour or two on Sunday. It is an around the clock affair. It is a relationship that transcends the easy glad-handing of a Sunday how-do-you-do.
This little lady has done more than steal my heart, she has gained my undivided attention. I focus on her. I pour my life into hers. In a word, I love her. I care about her welfare & her future. I think about what she’ll be like when she’s grown. I imagine her, many years from now when she’ll have grandchildren of her own. I know I won’t be around to see it so I visualize it now. Parenting is exhausting work. So is discipleship. Two steps forward. Then a step or two backwards. Lots of falling down. Crawling. And did I mention the sometimes aroma? And all the while she’s studying us big folk. She’s watching and listening to how our lips move when we talk to her. You can almost see the gears turning in her still-so-young brain.
I watched an iPhone video of this little lady recently as she was reading a book out loud to herself. Her vocal cadence mirrored her mother’s, the rising and falling of her tone was synchronized with the way her mom & dad had read it to her dozens of times before. I thought, “it’s happening.” Discipleship. Pure & Simple. Maybe parenting & discipleship are two sides of the same coin. Both require nurturing.
In 470 days, she has taught much. If you are serious about discipling someone, start by loving them, caring about them, wanting the best for them. Then invest in them. Pour your life into them. Teach them what you know. What you want them to be–be that to them now! Visualize their future, bright & bursting with possibilities. And be ready to pick them up & dust them off when they fall. Because they will fall often. But as time goes by, they will learn to speak the language. They’ll learn to walk and they’ll learn to feed themselves. In time, they will. But it takes time.
It has been 470 days. More pictures than I can count. This little lady has filled my life. And we’re only getting started. There are many more classes ahead. Her little brain is filled with myriad lectures.
For this grandpa, I’m a willing student. I’m smitten with my professor.
And we are both learning, teaching each other.
In time, she’ll learn how to…
Live the Red,
Mark
















