One of the fundamental truths of personhood is that you are the by-product of two people who came before you. I was blessed with awesome parents who -though I was the “experiment”- did the very best they could to raise me right. And not trying to brag on them or anything, but I feel like they did a good job. I was reminded this week about how large a part our parents play in shaping our identities.
I was sitting in a side room of my house where I do my morning Bible reading, and looked over at the shelf by the chair. Unintentionally, I had placed a Scofield Reference Bible next to a Thompson Chain Reference Bible. The first Bible my mom bought for herself is like the Scofield pictured, and my dad used to carry a Thompson (King James Version, unlike his rebel son) to church every Sunday when I was a kid.
Seeing these two Bibles next to each other was a reminder that what our parents did (or didn’t do) when we were growing up stick with us. Our thoughts, attitudes, behaviors, and actions in a way are impacted by how we were raised. It is like they are always in the room with us. In that way, especially, our parents never leave us, are. Even if/when they do.