Our youngest son Pierz has always had an incredible fascination with words, especially with the way they sound. When he was a toddler, we'd often hear him walking around the house repeating a new word he'd discovered. By the time he was five, he was dangerous; shocking most adults with his chatty, inquisitive nature and amazingly mature vocabulary.
On one particular occasion when Pierz was seven, we were at a church gathering. The pastor was teaching on Boaz and how God covers us and provides for us even beyond our needs. Expounding with inspiring detail, he paused, and one of the single African mothers in the congregation proclaimed out loud with great exuberance, “That’s the kind of man I want – a Boaz!” The pastor stopped and immediately prayed for her, declaring with sincere agreement that God would release to her the desire of her heart! Though the intent was sincere, the environment was joyous and filled with much delight and laughter.
In the midst of all the commotion, Pierz leaned over to the wife of my bass player and said, “Ms. Lisa, what’s a Bo-ass?”
Of course, when I heard this, I couldn’t help laughing out loud. She said this may be a good time to go over that story with him! We laughed some more, and I said, “Boass? Yeah, that’s the husband in the eyes of most women after they’ve been married a few years. He starts out a beau. Then the word and definition grow in depth of meaning as time goes on.”
On one particular occasion when Pierz was seven, we were at a church gathering. The pastor was teaching on Boaz and how God covers us and provides for us even beyond our needs. Expounding with inspiring detail, he paused, and one of the single African mothers in the congregation proclaimed out loud with great exuberance, “That’s the kind of man I want – a Boaz!” The pastor stopped and immediately prayed for her, declaring with sincere agreement that God would release to her the desire of her heart! Though the intent was sincere, the environment was joyous and filled with much delight and laughter.
In the midst of all the commotion, Pierz leaned over to the wife of my bass player and said, “Ms. Lisa, what’s a Bo-ass?”
Of course, when I heard this, I couldn’t help laughing out loud. She said this may be a good time to go over that story with him! We laughed some more, and I said, “Boass? Yeah, that’s the husband in the eyes of most women after they’ve been married a few years. He starts out a beau. Then the word and definition grow in depth of meaning as time goes on.”