Discretion will preserve you; understanding will keep you (Proverbs 2:11).<\/p>\n
Head down, shoulders shaking, and tears flowing, this was not the Uncle Leonard we knew. Years of poor choices still showed in the crevices of his bony face. However, his wrinkles no longer widened with laughter that turned into a ragged cough. He wasn\u2019t regaling us with another of his drunken escapades, like the middle-of-the-night trip from Indiana to Kentucky when he realized he was driving the wrong way. He wasn\u2019t doubled over, slapping his legs, as he described heading north on I-65 while all the headlights shined south toward him.<\/p>\n
Neither was he recalling childhood memories or catching up on extended family news with our mother. Gone was the confident man who discussed the economy, work details, or the latest ballgame with our father.<\/p>\n
Never a mean alcoholic, Uncle Leonard emanated a love for life and others in spite of his addiction. We rarely knew when he was coming. He simply showed up at all hours to stay a day, a week, or several months while he sought sobriety. He knew drinking was prohibited at our house. But he also knew he was welcome any time and in any condition for however long it took to regain a clearer mind and healthier body.<\/p>\n
Uncle Leonard had fallen off the wagon once again, but this time was different. As he sat across the kitchen table from my younger sister and me, his yellowed fingers danced as he raised them for another puff of courage.<\/p>\n
Sweating sorrow, he begged, \u201cGirls, please listen to your old uncle. I\u2019ve made so many mistakes. I didn\u2019t mean to end up like this.\u201d His head bobbed to his chest and then up again. Following several blows into his handkerchief, plus a couple of swipes at his eyes, he continued. \u201cI love you. You know that, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
We nodded, and he kept talking. \u201cPromise me you\u2019ll never take that first drink. Please, look at me. Listen to me. You don\u2019t want to live like this.\u201d As he spread his arms wide, the leathered skin hung to bits of flesh on his skinny frame. His eyes reflected broken relationships and missed opportunities.<\/p>\n
We did listen and never forgot the hard-learned lesson from this gentle, hard-working man who loved us with his entire being, but suffered the demons of a bottle tipped time after time.<\/p>\n
Eventually, by remaining near the support of our father and others in his small but close-knit support system, Uncle Leonard managed to listen to himself. He grabbed hold of hope, held on to sobriety, remarried, reignited his relationship with a sympathetic Savior, and bought a house not far from ours. He lived well and laughed often until the day of his early death, a consequence of one drink that led to many.<\/p>\n
In addition to learning from Uncle Leonard\u2019s mistakes, we learned from our parents who supported, confronted, and guided our uncle to a better way of life, which led to his reconnection to Christ. My sister and I took the way they lived for granted. Looking back, we see the impact they made and the example they set for us and anyone else who visited or lived with us.<\/p>\n
Relatives, friends, and foster children found food, shelter, love, and spiritual guidance when they resided under our roof. Church attendance, family devotions before bedtime, and prayers before meals were the norm. Mom and Dad coupled unconditional love with firm standards for behavior. In this way, they bore witness to their Lord.<\/p>\n
We value those childhood lessons from Uncle Leonard and our parents. As Solomon wrote, they preserve us and give us understanding in our lives today and help us reach out to others with the hope of Christ.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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