For years, their differences caused further separation. Different gifts, different dispositions. One was defiant, one compliant. One was a straight-forward rebel; one was underhanded. The typical tensions that beset firstborns and second-borns wormed their way into our house. I don’t want to overstate the case: the rivalry did not brew hatred. But the competition was more than evident.
Sibling relationships are seldom simple.
But sometimes, siblings offer some of the best friendships around.
Watching my boys this week brings me joy incapable of containment. Delight and approval in their role as daddy and as husband overcome me. How much fun is it to have my sons instruct me on holding my grandsons in the most comfortable manner?
And the pleasantness continues. To see the friendship between brothers grow and expand is as refreshing as an ice-cold drink on a blistering day. When one of our three-month babies fusses, his uncle is just as likely to pick him up and comfort him as his father.
The unity between them is evidenced in a particularly special way. Their differences in theology are not an occasion for division between them. One son holds to believer baptism and one son holds to paedo baptism. Tomorrow, little Noah will be baptized and the whole family will be there as witnesses. At some future date, Preston and Gavin will be baptized and the whole family will be there to rejoice. And, thanks be to God, there is no tension.
when brothers dwell in unity!