One day, about twenty years ago, I was looking through Dad’s Bible and found a page. It was
torn (carefully) out of diary. The date was October 28, 1941—my birthday—the actual date of
I am an only child. I almost had two brothers. Both were miscarriages and my Mom
almost died during the pregnancies. So my birth was something special. But I never realized
how special until I read that diary entry. I would like to share part of it. It has been a powerful
inspiration to me since the time I found it. And it says in a powerful way what the pride of a
father and his hopes for his child can be.
This evening at 4:53 p.m. my wife gave birth to an 8 ½ lb boy at St. Elizabeth Hospital in
Covington, Ky. Three minutes after he was born, I heard him cry for the first time. And
while I was in the hall, the thought came to me (also tears): I said, “My baby! Thank
God it is over.” The nurse came from the delivery room and showed me my new son.
What a thrill it was to see him for the first time—a child created in the image and likeness
of God. What happiness my wife and I will have in caring for this new heir of heaven.
May the good God spare us long enough to see him well anchored in the fear of God, a
good man and a child to be proud of.
Since I first read that page, I have treasured it. That page expressed in a very real way the
depth of Dad’s love for his newborn child. He was a very good father and a very good man
throughout his life. But that page has made it all more concrete and moving!
Cam von Wahlde, formerly the Chairperson of the Theology Department and now
Professor Emeritus of New Testament at Loyola University Chicago, is a father of two and
has been a St. Juliana Parishioner with his wife Carol for 36 years.