As a father, one of the hardest songs you hear come on the radio is that heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, guilt-ridden "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin:

My child arrived just the other day

He came to the world in the usual way

But there were planes to catch and bills to pay

He learned to walk while I was away

And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew He'd say,

"I'm gonna be like you, dad. You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon

Little boy blue and the man on the moon

"When you comin' home, Dad?"

"I don't know when, but we'll get together then, son.

You know we'll have a good time then."

My son turned ten just the other day

He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play. Can you teach me to throw?"

I said, "Not today. I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."

And he walked away but his smile never dimmed.

And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah. You know I'm gonna be like him."

You know the rest, and it's not good! Well... this is my oldest son and he is turning out just like me: the good and some of the bad. But the one thing different then the song is that he is much better than I ever was or ever dreamed of, and really is getting a double portion of the good!

He is hunting most weekends now after his time helping with the carepoints and ministry stuff we are doing here; he shot a couple warthogs and this is one of his 4 Impala's... Tyler is starting his own hunting company called "Horizon Hunting Adventures" to help us initiate the next generation!

This picture's for you, Grandpa...