Last night after the plenary session of the Southern Baptist Convention Executive Committee meeting in Nashville, I had a call from my wife Maria, believing herself to be in the beginnings of labor pains…even though she was three weeks or so from the due date. She was right. I darted up Interstate 65 as fast as sanctification and technology would allow. After a long night, our son Jonah Yancey Moore was born at 9:30 this morning.
As is appropriate for coastal Mississippians, our son was born on Mardi Gras. He is the fourth of four boys, and will meet his three brethren in a few minutes. We are grateful to a Father God for bringing this child safely to us.
Above all things, we pray that this young Jonah would be a godly man, valiant and loving and passionate for Christ Jesus. We prayed for his coming, and we prayed for his safety. Now we’ll pray every day for years that he will know, in the fullness of time and by the power of the Spirit, what his namesake learned: that God delivers His anointed from the belly of death itself. We pray that He will look away from himself and to Another.
We pray he’ll one day confess with brokenness and gladness, “Behold, One greater than Jonah is here” (Matt 12:41).