Happy Birthday Curt, the great man who began as this young boy.
I want to honor my in-laws as we celebrate another year of Curt’s life. They played a huge role in shaping and forming him. Curt wrote the words better than I could, so I will share them with you. Here is an excerpt of a note he wrote them in 2006.
I am not sure how old I was, but I guess I was five or so
when bedtime prayers took a twist, and a new activity was initiated. Before ‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’ and
blessings were petitioned for every creature I could think of; I was now
required to learn to recite the Ten Commandments.
This seemed like a good idea. Since God was God, I accepted the argument
that we ought to know how He wanted us to live.
Call me weird, but no one has ever been able to convince me otherwise. There
I was, lying in bed, repeating every word my father or mother said first. I finally, bit by bit, one command after
another, nailed all ten!
I never forgot the gist of the thing. I found out later I had learned a shortened
version, but the basic list would go with me wherever I went. I knew what God did not want me to do, and I
knew as a result what He did want me to do.
The basic list did not include the inherent blessings and
curses attached to the commandments, but my parents had not neglected
them. Their commentary and explanation
impressed upon me the seriousness of disobeying God. I remember telling my mother how Bobby Martin
would show off by folding his eyelids back and displaying a hideous face. She warned me that God had the power to make
Bobby’s eyes stay that way! Whoa! This was my first exposure to the doctrine of
heart hardening, and I have since endeavored to steer clear. Along the way I have broken every one of
God’s holy commandments. But I have not
done so without shame, guilt, and a condemning conscience. Praise God for sorrow that leads to
The Law of God continues to grow on me, and in me, thanks to
faithful parents who night after night drummed
it into my spongy brain. My hope is that
my children and my children’s children will love God’s Law with an even greater
fervency. What began for me in the top
bunk of the front bedroom at 10111 Washington
each night before I went to sleep — may it continue throughout all generations.
Happy Birthday Curt! I ought to thank God every day for you. I don’t, but I ought to. I do thank God for you often. You have been one of God’s best gifts to me.