There is an old song with the words, "Time is filled with swift transition." This weekend, I really believe it. My baby turned 40 years old! He was once a crying, red-haired baby in a crib at Hendrick Memorial Hospital in Abilene. Born about 6:00 on November 15, he was a joy from the beginning. Now he is a handsome red-haired robust, chariasmatic man full of fun and life. I knew him when he would eat only raw oatmeal (straight from the packet) and sugar for breakfast. Now he loves Mexican food, Sheryl's pasta salad and my lasagna. I knew him when he raised a champion Hampshire pig named Wilbur; now he is raising (rearing) three beautiful children named Maddie, Ella and Sam. I knew him when he was the drum major of the local Wylie High School Band--we followed him everywhere and loved it. Now he is the drum major for many cruise ship performers who come to Nashville to be trained for performing on the sea.
I knew him when he sang to his father from the Sing-Song stage at ACU; now he tells his children "Poppy" stories, and they can't wait to meet Poppy in heaven. I knew him when he came into Moody Coliseum to tell me that he wasn't going to graduate school, but rather had auditioned at Six Flags Over Texas and was going to perform there. Now he trains others to perform. I knew him when he dyed his hair, wore a spangled vest without a shirt and sang as the major male perfomer on a Norwegian cruise ship; now he enjoys wearing fancy shirts in the Nashville tradition--I can no longer go to the Ralph Lauren section in Dillards and buy him a shirt. I knew him when he traveled and performed in several ACU groups and recruited for the school. Now he travels and leads the Zoe Group as they inspire and lead thousands of people to worship.
Some of these transitions held joy and pain, but for me they were mostly times of great fun, joy and praise. I am so proud to be the mother of Brandon Scott Thomas, and I await more days of transition and exultation as I continue to watch him grow in the Lord.