My great-grandfather’s name was Rudolph Losli. As kids, we assumed that he had been named after the famous flying reindeer because of the large strawberry birthmark covering his his nose.
I remember going to his home and always being treated. Next to his grey vinyl reclining chair sat a bowl of fancy hard candies seldom seen any longer. There were too many shapes and colors for a small child to choose from.
The real treat would be when he’d take me into the kitchen and pull out the block of Swiss cheese from the refrigerator. He’d sit in his chair, I’d climb upon one of his legs, and with his pocket knife he’d cut a slice of my favorite cheese. Nearly 50 years later, I think back with fondness on those times.
Sadly, the Bible says nothing about flying reindeer, hard candies, Swiss cheese, or even great-grandfathers. It does mention small children being brought to Jesus, who took them up in His arms, put His hands on them, and blessed them (Mark 10:16).
As those children grew, I wonder how many remembered back to the time when Jesus held them? How many others thought back with longing for Him to embrace them again?
Now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12).