Snow flurries danced in the headlights twenty-one years ago this morning as we drove to the small, regional hospital in Indiana, Pennsylvania. At 9:45, I watched Dr. Stever lift you up high and into my view over the partition in the operating bay. Nurses handed you to me within a couple of minutes.
Pastor Rick, standing beside me, asked if Mom and I had chosen a name for you. Zachary: “Remembered by God.”
As you celebrate this milestone birthday, my mind replays a thousand memories in an instant, recollections of mountains here and valleys there. This constant remains: God has remembered. His mercy towers above all surrounding landscapes.
The next 21 years will pass even more quickly for you. You will become middle-aged; I, old. Money will come and go, as will many relationships and fads. Conventional wisdom will change with the wind. Amid fomenting change, this principle must be your north star: God always keeps his promises.
Happy birthday to my son, who has been becoming a man for a very long time.
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