I’d been over and over section of the Bible for several months before and during my pregnancy with Ransom, and the word just stuck out to me. I loved the name and the meaning: that Christ paid our ransom and freed us from sin. I loved the word Witness because I wanted this new little life to be a witness for Jesus. I told David of my idea and as usual, he thought it sounded weird.
Then late one night we were watching a football game. Across the bottom of the screen rolled a trivia question about the founder of the Oldsmobile automotive company. After a commercial break the answer was revealed: Ransom Olds. David looked over at me and just sighed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought you were the only one nuts enough to use that for a name. Lemme think about it.”
As weeks went on he acquiesced to the name. Mostly because I was hobbling around with a broken pelvis and David couldn’t stand the thought of saying no, Ransom became one of his favorite names.
Ransom’s little scratchy voice and absolutely adorable face gets him just about anything he asks for and I’m pretty convinced he’ll be a singer. He is NEVER without paper and pencil– sketching, coloring, writing stories. And the child is brilliant, he finished his kindergarten curriculum in a week and finished all of his first grade schoolwork in a month. He’s more than halfway through his second grade box and really ticking off his older brothers who are muddling through as best they can. I love it…I am quite sure he will be an incredible witness for the ransom Christ paid on our behalf as a grown man. Until then, he has my heart.