I have decided to share with you a little secret about my father. It’s time someone spoke out and let the world know what he’s actually like. Over the years, people have asked me this question a lot. They want to know the actual sordid truth – the unvarnished reality of how things REALLY are at the Wilson home. Well here it is, world, the shocking tell-all. Sharpen your pencils to take some incriminating notes that you can bring up later when you don’t like something he says about NT Wright. Read More
I know you all are busy getting your tables set too, and I wish I could sit you all down at mine. Crazy isn’t it? I decided to go busy rather than elegant because it’s Thanksgiving, and we are so grateful for all God’s crazy blessings on our family. The left has no chairs because there is a long bench pulled up on that side which will seat a bunch of kids. And the two highchairs are not in the picture either. We are actually down in numbers because Bekah is cooking up a Merkle Thanksgiving at her house, and she will post up a picture for you as well. I am thinking her table will be more on the elegant side. Well, I must get back and figure out the wine glasses. Tomorrow is kitchen day….Heather’s bringing her plum port molded jello and her spinach dip and veggie tray….Rachel’s making rolls and pies….I’ve got a couple of turkeys to pop in the oven and ten pounds of potatoes for Doug to peel (smile) and a few more odds and ends. May God richly bless all your tables and the faces around them!
God is our Maker and He makes stuff, lots of stuff, for us to play in. He makes the wind and we play in it. He makes the leaves and we play in them. He astonishes us year after year with their impossible colors and momentary beauty. Each one designed, each one made from nothing. Why does He do this? For pleasure. For raking. For picture taking. For jumping.
One gorgeous fall when Nate was a senior in high school, he and his friend Travis (his future best man) were raking leaves in the front yard, making them into an outrageously enormous pile. They were probably supposed to be putting them in the big black bags. I can’t remember. But the pile they made must have been at least ten feet tall and just as wide. Once assembled, they would back up across the yard, get a running start, and leap wildly into the air, landing smack in the middle of it. Then they would pick themselves up, rake it all back into a pile, and do it again. And again. Of course this drew Bekah and Rachel outside to join in.
It was just getting dark, close to the dinner hour. Doug pulled his old beater orange truck up to the curb, walked up the sidewalk, and took it all in. The leaves had just been re-assembled into their enormous pile and were ready for action. Without a moment’s hesitation, he set down his briefcase, put his head down, and ran full speed into it, doing a front flip and disappearing entirely from sight. I’ll never forget it. I’ve seen him deep in plenty of things, but only once in a leaf pile.
As you can see with your own eyes, the Jankovics are rejoicing over the birth of their second son, Shadrach Aaron Jankovic. He weighed in at 8 pounds 14 ounces, and he is 21.5 inches tall. And handsome.
We are so thrilled to welcome grandson #6 and grandchild #16. God has blessed us beyond all measure and our cup is slopping over with joy and gratitude.
Yes, it was an unexpected C-section. Hoorah for C-sections! What a merciful God who gave Rachel a chirpy attitude, a flexible birth plan, kind nurses, skillful physicans, and a healthy baby boy who had (at the last minute) wiggled himself into an impossible position. Actually, she told me her birth plan ahead of time. It was this: to be grateful. And she is.
There has been so much to love this summer. So many funny people running around our house stretching their longer legs and newer skills. While Daphne has been able to read for a while, she has really started reading on the fly this summer – catching passing road signs, and enjoying her new ability. All of our girls have learned that they have a passion for gymnastics, as well as the sparkly suits, and we have had to break it to them that they are already pretty much taller than all the gymnasts. Luckily, Visa made a commercial about the olympic gymnast hopeful who got too tall for gymnastics and had to become the best female pole vaulter in the world. So there is still hope for the people who run and leap and dance about the house in their nighties. Read More
Some of you may wonder why our family seems “hardened” to controversy, so I should give you a little back story. When our kids were little, Doug wrote a weekly column for our local newspaper, and back then our community was the one blue dot on the otherwise red map of Idaho. In other words, there weren’t a whole lot of conservatives in town, and the letters to the editor were often filled with critical letters about him. One day I opened it to see this from one of the liberals in town: “Dear Editor, Doug Wilson is a complete idiot. Signed, So-and-So.” I felt like someone had slugged me in the stomach. When Doug got home, I showed the horrible thing to him, expecting him to be outraged. Instead, he laughed out loud and said, “You should write back and say, ‘Editor, So-and-So doesn’t know the half of it! Signed, Nancy Wilson.'” As a result of that conversation, which I consider as a turning point in my perspective on these things, I cut the letter out and put it on the fridge, where it stayed for some time.
As the years have gone by, the charges have ramped up. He’s been called a racist, among other equally hateful things. I remember having a hard time with this because I knew he wasn’t. Why would people tell outright lies? Doug helped me to see that lies are all our adversaries have. And many of these people were and are outright God-haters. They don’t pretend to be otherwise. Others are misguided. Some have a personal grudge they are hoping to ease by yelling out all kinds of bitter lies.
But if you allow yourself to get bitter back, or to nurture hurt feelings, you are the one who suffers. If they really are lying, and they are, then we must do what Scripture tells us to do, and that is to rejoice. Having opportunities to apply the Word is always good for us. A couple of posts back I quoted John Read More