A good day, indeed. My wife and I spent time after dinner watching our two-and-a-half-year-old son play his imaginary violin, using a wooden spoon as a bow. He played and danced; he pranced to Bach and John Willams while parental joy filled our hearts. Sometimes I think that parenting is sanctifying because of the sacrifice required, but this evening I know that parenting is also sanctifying because of parental joy.

This evening I have watched our son, and now I feel equipped even more so to “ride the eruption of Easter” (N. D. Wilson) and to revel in the thought of someday witnessing the child that shall play on the hole of the asp (Isa 11:8).