I don't think blogs should be used to clog the Web with the details of home life, junior's latest cute saying, or a picture of baby spitting up (aww!). I have tried to keep "A Father's Blog" focused on larger issues that have wider interest and application.
But now I will break the rule a bit by telling the tale of "The Virtue Tree," which I hope will be of interest and (perhaps) inspiration to others. I have a great excuse for writing about this tree -- it is my wife's creation, and I do not mind that the whole world knows how smart she is and how much I love her.
My wife is a homeschooling mom with a master's in business administration and a real estate license. Born in the Philippines, she grew up with a host of Christmas traditions that most Americans have never heard of, some borrowed from the Spanish, such as Misa de Gallo -- Mass of the Rooster, when they gather at sunrise for nine consecutive days as the rooster crows. (Try getting your pastor to approve that one!)
Other traditions are unique to her homeland, where they start singing Christmas carols in September, and where the hot weather is closer to the temperature of the real First Christmas in Bethlehem than is found in our snowbound New England town.
Now about "The Virtue Tree".
Our family decorated a fresh tree in the living room, as usual, during the first week of Advent, but my wife wanted a little Christmas cheer in the dining area. She put up an 18-inch artificial tree on a side table and planned to decorate it with little silver and white bells.
One morning when our two boys were unusually good, she decided to have them decorate the tree with their virtuous behavior. Whenever they did something of merit, they could place a little bell on the tree. Stephen, the 8-year-old, had the silver bells, and Justin (4) the white ones.
Immediately, the two were competing with one another to place a bell. "Can I help, Mom?" "What can I do now, Mom?" and so on. Homeschooling went very well!
Then the question came up -- aren't bells supposed to ring? These small, ornamental bells had no clappers and made no sound.
Fast on her feet, my wife declared: You boys know how Jesus says not to sound a trumpet to draw attention to your good deeds. Well, these bells do not make any sound on earth, but they ring loudly in heaven, where Jesus and God the Father hear them and smile at my two boys.
Well, that was worth a call to Daddy at work. "Guess what, Daddy," Justin sputtered, "we have bells in heaven!" Stephen took the phone to explain "The Virtue Tree."
"Don't you have the best Mommy in the whole world?" I said to him. "Please give her a kiss for me."
"Come home now," Stephen said, "and do it yourself."
"Just as soon as I can," I replied.




