KidsView  | The Adventist Review for kids and those who always will be kids at heart | June 2014

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

By Eric B. Hare

The following story is an adapted excerpt from the book Jungle Heroes, written by Eric B. Hare. Pastor Hare and his family served in Burma for many years. Originally published by Pacific Press in 1932, the book is back in print and continues to delight readers more than 80 years later. It is available at any Adventist Book Center, or it can be ordered at www.AdventistBookCenter.com.

Myat Po, my headmaster, sat at dinner in good old jungle style. The little round table, about six inches high, was just loaded with good things to eat, and at his side on the mat sat his little boy, Solomon, his little 2-year-old! He couldn’t talk much yet, but he could understand a lot. He could run and jump and bounce like a rubber ball; and oh, how his father loved him, and oh, how little Solomon loved his daddy. He snuggled up close and ate just as Daddy ate. He was Daddy’s little man.  

And his daddy would sit with one arm around him, and he loved looking at him and talking to him. He liked saying, “Solomon, do you love your daddy?”  And oh, how his heart beat to see the little fellow’s head nod up and down. 

After a while he said, “Solomon, my son, won’t you get daddy a drink of water?” Up popped the little man—he understood perfectly, and Daddy watched the little chubby legs go clatter patter over to the water pot. But it was too high. He couldn’t reach the water.

Little indian boyLittle Solomon stood there watching the water pot for just a moment, wondering what to do. Then gathering all his strength, he reached for the cup, but it was also too high. Up on tiptoe, stomach pressed flat against the post, his little chubby fingers reaching their farthest, he could just touch the bottom of the tin cup. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he called.  

At the table sat his daddy, beaming with a heart filled with love. Then rising, he went over to his little son, and, taking him in his arms, lifted him high till his chubby little fingers could grip the cup and dip the water. Then he placed the little fellow on the floor and let him run back to the table with it. “Even if it was half spilled before he got there,” his father told me later, “it was the sweetest cup of water I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

And that’s just the way it is with God. He loves us so much. He longs to see us do all we can for all we are worth and then call, “Father, Father!” Then around us He throws His everlasting arms, and He lifts us up—lifts us up till our imperfections are made perfect in Christ Jesus. What a wonderful love that is!