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Some people say Mark Twain once said, “The two most important days of your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” A lot of people also say he never said that and I don’t know one way or the other, but whoever said it was on to something. The date of my birth was of course paramount for me, I wouldn’t be here without it. The day I found out why took a long time and actually probably came in stages, because of course there is more than one reason. Of course the day I said yes to Jesus was overlooked in the quote and yet, due to its eternal significance, should be the most important day, and it is.

As I look back over my life, I’ve had a few best days. April 23, the day I married my wife. March 31, the day my oldest son Brandon was born, November 13, the day my youngest son Chris was born and today, July 14. You see July 14 two years ago was the day this little man came into the world.

This is my grandson, David John. He is two years old today and he is my pride and joy. There have been days where I have lamented getting older, but in truth having a grandchild brings all that into perspective. I may be getting older, but I am also more blessed.

Yes, dear reader, this is one of my best days.


My name is David. Now I would love to tell you that it’s because my father took one look at me on the day I was born and was so overwhelmed with love, that he knew he needed to give me a name that expressed the full extent of that love. So he named me David, because it means beloved in Hebrew.

I would love to tell you that, but I can’t, because it’s not true.

Then I’d love to tell you, that wen I was born, mom took one look at me, saw amazing potential and decided to name me after the mighty, warrior, poet, artist, prophet, biblical king David.

But I can’t tell you that either, because it’s not true.

No, the reason my name is David is much simpler. My father’s name is David and his father before him, my grandpa, was also David. I’m told that when my grandfather heard my mother was going to bear him his first grand child, that he proclaimed my name would be David. I’m told he told so many people, so many times, that my poor grandma, who had long since grown tired of hearing said proclamation, on the day I was born, received the call, got off the phone and told my grandpa my parents named me Jeffrey.

I’m told that did not go over well.

I usually use that story as a lead in for telling about our heavenly Father’s insistence that His Son be named Jesus, but not today.

You see, yesterday was Father’s Day and I celebrated the day at of all things, a baby shower. I know that sounds a bit strange, but I could not have been more thrilled. You see the baby shower was for my first grandchild, to be born next month. Medical technology has advanced quite a bit in the 51 years that I have walked on this planet. I already know that this child, my first grandchild, is in fact, male, a grandson. I also know that his name will be David. For the first time in my life, I totally understand what my grandpa was going through.

Now to be clear, there are many David’s in this equation, so the child is not only being named for me, but for his great grandfather, great great grandfather. His other grandfather and his uncle also have the middle name David as well as his father’s best friend. Nonetheless, I am overjoyed and once again, I have something to live up to. Living in such a was that I make my little grandson’s name, David Weiss, something he can be proud to have.

How much more should we all live to give glory to the one in whose image we are all created?