In addition to writing “Dear God” letters, “Knee-mails,” and “Creation and Common Sense” articles, I really enjoy writing stories for my five grandchildren. Trying to maintain a relationship with them and seeing them only once or twice a year is a very difficult task. This is one way I am trying to teach them via our long-distance relationship. I encourage other incarcerated men to write stories for their children. Several have discovered the joy of turning their hearts toward their children in this way (Malachi 4:6).
Possibly some of you must also try to maintain a long-distance relationship with your children or grandchildren. I hope this concept of writing to them will help you as you love them and train them, even thought you are separated from them at times.
S-o-o-o-o-o-o… pretend you are five again and listen as Grandpa Hovind tells you a story about the three bears!
The Three Bears and the Eyed Click Beetle
I love you and miss you s-o-o-o-o-o much. I think about you and pray for you a lot! The other day I saw a really strange looking… well, I’ll let Baby Bear tell you about it.
Once upon a time there were three bears. Daddy Bear, Mommy Bear, and Baby Bear. They lived in a house in the woods. They loved each other s-o-o-o-o-o much and they loved God.
Every day they went for walks or rode the Kawasaki Mule to explore God’s beautiful creation. One day Daddy Bear was washing his hands before they went for a ride. Baby Bear was already sitting in the Kawasaki Mule ready to go when he heard a “click” sound behind him in the back of the Mule. He turned around in the seat to see what it was and… he thought he saw two eyes looking at him, so he yelled, “Daddy! Come quick!” Then he realized it was only two black spots on the back of a big beetle!
Daddy Bear came running out of the house and said, “What is it, Baby Bear?”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry I scared you – but I was scared for a minute when I saw two black spots that I thought were big eyes, but it’s just a beetle,” said Baby Bear.
“What kind of beetle are you?” asked Daddy Bear.
“I’m an eyed click beetle. My name is Billy. God made me really special. I can ‘click,’” said Billy.
“Why do you click?” asked Baby Bear.
“Well, God gave me a thick shell to protect me from other animals that try to eat me. I love my shell! It’s my house and I carry it with me. All my beetle cousins have shells too, but only we click beetles can bend in the middle. My shell has two parts. The top part covers my head and chest. The bottom part covers my belly and back legs. The problem is, it’s kind of heavy. If I fall on my back, I couldn’t turn over if I couldn’t click,” said Billy.
“I heard you click, but I didn’t see you do it,” said Baby Bear. “How do you do it?”
“My Creator, God, is s-o-o-o-o-o smart!” said Billy. “He made a special place on my top shell that snaps into my bottom shell if I stretch my head back. If I fall over on my back, I just lift my belly up in the air until I feel it snap in place. Then I relax and it ‘clicks’ so hard it hops me way up in the air. When I come down on my feet, I can walk away, but if I land on my back, I just ‘click’ again until I land on my feet. Try it. Turn me over on my back.”
Daddy Bear carefully turned Billy over on his back and Billy lifted up his belly and clicked so fast they couldn’t believe it! It made him hop way up in the air! In proportion to the size of his beetle body, Billy’s hop would be like Baby Bear jumping over their house! It was amazing! Billy landed on his feet this time, so he didn’t need to click again.
“That was amazing!” said Baby Bear. “Your click made you hop up over a foot and you are only one and a half inches long! Does it hurt when you click?”
“No, not at all,” said Billy. “I told you God made me special.”
“Boy, He sure did!” said Baby Bear. “What are the two black spots on your shell for?”
“That’s to scare away my enemies so they won’t eat me,” said Billy. “They think I’m lots bigger than I really am.”
“It sure scared me!” said Baby Bear. “God is sure smart!”
“I know!” said Billy. “He made me to show off I think. I live inside rotten trees and they are always falling apart or rolling over, so I land on my back pretty often. I don’t worry though. I just click. It’s really fun to see how high I can go.”
“I can’t click like you can,” said Baby Bear.
“You don’t need to,” said Daddy Bear. “You don’t have a heavy shell and you can just roll over any time you want to. God gave you everything you need. He made you special too, Baby Bear! Now, let’s go for our Mule ride while Mommy Bear fixes supper. Do you want to ride with us, Billy?”
“I’d love to,” said Billy. “I can hang on tight. God gave me special little claws on my feet to hold on with. Say, what do you bears eat for supper?”
“Why, porridge of course,” said Daddy Bear, and off they went on the Kawasaki Mule.
Stephanie, Angie, Jordan, Kailey and Matthew— God made each of you VERY special, too! In Psalm 139:14, God tells us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made! When Billy, the eyed click beetle clicked and it made him hop, it would be like Matthew jumping over Uncle Eric and Aunt Tanya’s house!
I miss you!