My brothers and I love to argue about who the favorite son is and it always cracks our dad up to hear us “argue” over it. We dredge up childhood insults that, although they were serious then, are hilarious to us now. I’m four and six years younger than my two ancient brothers (no sisters), so they would learn some “big” words that I had no idea of what the meaning was and use them on me. I would believe I had been greatly insulted. “You’ve got garments on!” Or the one that really got to me, “You slumbered in the bed last night!”
There are some insults that I won’t publish here, but we’re all grown up now and it’s quite obvious that I am the favorite son. I think they have come to accept that fact. But, seriously, putting aside all sibling arguments that do happen growing up, I have nothing but the greatest love and respect for my two brothers. They mean the world to me and I have always looked up to them. They have overcome so much and came out standing tall and never lost their faith. In the game of sandlot football, we used to pick teams. In the game of life, I would pick them first… every time. I love you, Ronny and Billy.
I’m still the favorite ;-)
1 Corinthians 13:11 (NLT) - “When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.”