Tuesday, January 11th, 2011
Yes, the title is lifted from the birthday song, but I want to be clear–dear is not a throwaway word. And to be very clear, dear Johnny is nothing like dear John. Exactly the opposite, in fact. I’ve never written Dear John to him, nor have I ever written him a Dear John.
God formed his inward parts and knitted him together in his mother’s womb. I praise God for Johnny is fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. His frame was not hidden from you, when he was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
My thanks to God includes his writing the days of Johnny’s life so that Johnny’s pages overlapped with mine in 1966 and merged permanently and inseparably with the chapters of my life in 1968.
Your eyes saw his unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for him, when as yet there was none of them.
I am thankful that all of our days are in his hands.
How precious to us are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If we would count them, they are more than the sand. We awake, and we are still with you.
Happy birthday, dear Johnny.
(Scripture quotes adapted from Psalm 139:13-16)
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