The Better Way

This was my grandpa PaPa's favorite poem. Found it on a scrap of paper recently, that I had probably written after he died back in 1996. I love those discoveries. On a side note - then I'll get back to the poem - a couple years ago, my mom brought me a box of my old middle school/high school stuff that she was ready to not have at her house anymore. So I was looking through my old children's Bible I used back in probably 5th grade, which had every verse either underlined or highlighted or both, even Leviticus, just because I was cool like that.
Anyway, I found a cash envelope between some of the pages, like the kind my PaPa always gave us at Christmas. I opened it up and sure enough, still inside was the $100 bill he had given me for Christmas that year, which had probably been back in middle school. I don't know why I had hidden it in my Bible all those years. But I'm so glad I did. It was like getting a little gift from him more than 10 years after he died. I'm not a super theologian, so I don't know if he can see me from Heaven, but if so, I can picture him smiling his big huge grin and his blue eyes lighting up (I have his eyes by the way, and I'm so proud of that) and saying "I love you still, Tiger." Okay I'm balling right now, so I need a minute.

Okay, so here's his favorite poem.

The Better Way

I'd rather see a sermon than to hear one any day
I'd rather one walk with me than merely point the way

The eye is a better pupil and more willing than the ear
Fine counsel is confusing, but an example is always clear

And the test of all the Christians and the ones that live their creed
For to see the good in action is what everyone needs

I might misunderstand you and the fine advice you give
But there is no misunderstanding how you act and how you live


Amen! ... and happy spring break everyone!!!