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We recently hosted friends from New York City for dinner, who came with their two young daughters in tow. The elder, a precocious four-year-old who can easily speak three different languages (Mandarin, French, and in last place, English), had taken an entrance exam to attend kindergarten at one of the city’s notoriously sought-after schools. She’d done well, scoring higher than 98 percent of all applicants.
But apparently, being in the top 2 percent wasn’t good enough; she had to score well above 99 percent of all applicants in order to have a chance of admission. “Well, at least we know she scored pretty well on the test,” my friend Jennifer said with a shrug.
These are the times in which we live, that pressures begin for parents of children even in the supposedly innocent years of preschool. As Jennifer shared how many of their peers had “prepped” their precious four-year-olds for the exam, I found myself wondering what good could come from a society that is pushing even our littlest ones into academic success at such a young age.
(Read the rest of the post at the What to Expect When You’re Expecting blog.)
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As I was browsing through Facebook last week, I noticed that my friend DJ Chuang had posted a photo on Facebook about the upcoming Urbana Student Missions Conference, as he was running a contest to encourage pastors to win a free pass to the conference. (DJ is on the “Social Media Squad” for Urbana to help cover and promote the event.)
Interestingly, though, it wasn’t the contest that seemed to generate any attention, but the photo that DJ posted (which you can see on his website); he had created a montage of the current lineup of speakers for the “Pastors and Church Leaders” track, and although the 12 people portrayed reflected ethnic and racial diversity, the glaring reality that only one was a woman (Jeanette Yep, missions pastor at Grace Chapel in Lexington, MA–and a dear friend of mine) hit a nerve with the Facebookers who saw it. “What?? Where are the women?? This is an outrage!!” was the immediate outcry.
Lost amidst the momentary buzz was the reality that Urbana as a whole actually does a great deal to pursue and uphold the contributions of women amongst the conference leaders, plenary speakers, worship leaders, and workshop speakers. According to InterVarsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF) vice-president Tom Lin, director of missions and Urbana, “More than 60% of Urbana’s Program leadership is comprised of women, including Nikki Toyama-Szeto (program director), Sandra Van Opstal (worship director), Lindsay Olesberg (Bible Study Manager for the Conference), Diana Collymore (Afternoon Programs Manager), Alison Siewart (Theatre and Arts Director), and Lina Sanchez-Herrera (National Prayer Co-Coordinator).”
Nevertheless, the comments came flying, with varying degrees of frustration, concern, and disappointment, from many who are InterVarsity insiders. It was a moment of InterVarsity family business, so to speak, but on display for the world to see. I, too, initially felt disheartened to see only one woman on that track, fabulous a selection though she is. But as someone who thinks highly of both Tom and also of InterVarsity in general, I was certain there was an explanation, and I did not want to comment until I’d heard it.
And there was: according to track director Donna Wilson, the track’s speaking assignments are not yet complete, and the Urbana team is still waiting to hear from other women who have been contacted to speak in this track. The photo montage was not an official photo created by the Urbana team, but one that DJ put together out of a desire to make it easier for people to see the information about all the currently confirmed speakers in this track. And I have absolutely no doubt that the Urbana team will find more women to help balance the gender gap currently present in this track.
Urbana and its parent organization, IVCF, have demonstrated their commitment to diversity in more ways than one, both in terms of gender representation at major events like Urbana, as well as in its well-documented commitment to multiethnicity and multiethnic ministry, well before doing so was considered necessary or important. Through its publishing branch, InterVarsity Press, IVCF is the organization responsible for publishing numerous books affirming the value and role of women in ministry (Discovering Biblical Equality, Women in the Church, Living on the Boundaries, and More than Enchanting, just to name a few.) It features women involved at all levels of leadership and ministry. If what happened with the Pastors and Church Leaders’ track was an oversight, then believe me, they are doing everything they can to rectify the situation.
In this instant-feedback culture we live in, in which it’s easy to offer up our immediate reactions and have those reactions be validated in real-time by others who think similarly, we sometimes forget that before we react, it makes good sense to pause or to pursue an explanation first. This is true both in the old “think before you speak” adage, but even more true online, where our immediate reactions are now visible for all to see. Was it wrong for people to make a comment about the seeming lack of gender diversity in the Pastors and Church Leaders track? No. I think we need to speak up when we see inequalities that need to be addressed.
But if and when we do, I think it is wise to reserve judgment until we are well-versed in the facts. Otherwise, all we’ll do is perpetuate an outrage or an outcry that may not have had a reason to be perpetuated in the first place.
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Perhaps you’ve been wondering what all the fuss is about “Gangnam Style,” the latest YouTube video-gone-viral with more than 220 million views to date. If you are one of the few remaining inhabitants of the planet who haven’t seen the video, then let me bring you up to speed:
• The rap/song features South Korean pop star Park Jae-Sang, who goes by the name “Psy” (short for “Psycho”), accompanied by a cast of South Korean celebrities who most of us will not recognize, all dancing to a driving, ear-catching techno beat.
• Unless you are fluent in Korean, you can expect to understand none of the words in the video except “sexy lady” (and of course, “Gangnam style”. By the way, “Gangnam” is pronounced Gahng-nahm “” not “gang” rhyming with “bang” as I continue to hear many American media types pronounce it.) You can find a translation of the full song all over the Internet; here is one example.
• “Gangnam” refers to the wealthiest, most opulent district in Seoul, South Korea; it’s an area that is only 15 square miles but holds nearly as much of the nation’s GDP as New York state (that’s state, not city) does in the U.S. You can look at this infographic for some more details.)
• No horses were harmed in the making of the video, but they do inspire the dance move that is taking the world by storm.
So is “Gangnam Style” worth watching? I have seen it a few times now, and I admit the tune is catchy and the video visually arresting (albeit occasionally bizarre; Psy breaks down the song scene-by-scene here). I’ve now also seen countless clips of Psy’s appearances on the gamut of American television shows, from Ellen to SNL to the MTV Video Music Awards, each time with Psy doing his signature horse trotting from the song, each time with an exuberant audience laughing and loving every moment.
Yet with each time I see the spectacle of Psy, I feel like my soul dies just a little bit.
This post originally appeared at UrbanFaith.com. You can read the rest of the post here.
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Yesterday, I was talking with one of my sons about friends who are planning to enter into the mission field soon. I was sharing my excitement for their decision when my son interrupted me. “Will we be moving to another country, too?”
His voice reflected anxiety, not excitement, worry clouding his face. “I don’t know,” I told him. “I don’t know if that will be God’s call for us. But whether he is calling us to the mission field or not, he is still calling for us to be missionaries wherever we are.”
“So, we don’t have to move anytime soon?” he pressed. “That would be really hard.”
I could completely relate to his feelings. I am a homebody, someone who has rarely traveled outside this country (unless you count Canada), and after moving six times during the first decade of our marriage, when we arrived in our current home the last thing I ever wanted to do was to move again. Anywhere.
As the years have gone by, I’ve realized the challenging truth that the longer we stay in one place, the harder it is to have any desire to leave. And yet the God I see in Scripture, the God who calls us to go make disciples of all nations, is not one who seems to reward inertia. Is missional living incompatible with settling down?
I told my son that we have to be open to whatever path God sets before us, whether that means staying where we are or going somewhere completely different. One day, God may very well be calling us to a completely different city or country as missionaries, and as Christians we want to remain open to whatever God’s mission might be for us.
On the other hand, as God expresses in Jeremiah 29 when he tells the Israelites to “seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you to exile,” there can also be purpose in staying in one place and seeking to bring God’s blessings to those around us.
The challenge when we settle is that we tend to direct our energies inwardly, toward the building of our own homes and families, and in the process we forget that God desires for us to channel our energies outwardly, to “go” and find ways to have a positive impact in our neighborhoods, in our schools, in our workplaces and communities, to find ways to make disciples of all nations while living in just one.
As in so many areas of the Christian life, there is a paradox here, a healthy tension to balance. We have to invest in people and places where we are, while simultaneously being open to the possibility that at any time, God could be calling us to go elsewhere. When I think of the stories from Scripture of so many people who were called to “go”, there was often very little advance notice. Abraham, Jonah, Ananias, just to a name a few, were all called to pick up and leave their current lives for a future one without any guarantees for safety and security.
Even the Israelites were not meant to stay in Babylon forever. Wherever you find yourself rooted today, may you both be thankful for where you are and also open to being sent somewhere unknown and unexpected, whether it is the next block, the next town, or even the next country over.
And as we seek the welfare of the cities we inhabit, and of the people God has called us to invest in, we must still hold loosely to the homes and lives we build, remembering that the essence of being mission- and Spirit-led people means that this world is meant to just be a temporary residence, that ultimately there is only one Home into which we will permanently settle.
A few days ago, I had about 90 minutes, maybe 2 solid hours if I was lucky, to do as I pleased. My youngest son, who requires the most hands-on care, was blissfully asleep. My 6-year-old was out of the house and my eldest was reading, which he can do for an entire afternoon when given the opportunity. So what would I do with this unusual bounty of time? My mind was spinning with how I could use it, what task I should attack, whether I could get most of it done in two hours. Before this point, I had been cleaning the kitchen from the morning aftermath, then doing non-stop loads of laundry, then feeding my kids lunch, then cleaning up that aftermath (am I the only mom for whom mealtimes result in “aftermaths”?).
Two hours. More clutter around me than could be handled in that time. But surely, I could make progress somewhere. The pantry, the laundry room, the refrigerator, the still-disastrous office. All were clamoring for my attention–I had no lack of options.
But then my oldest son came bounding down the stairs, wondering what I was doing, why I was so quiet. He is used to commotion around him when I’m in the house; for the past few minutes, I had been thinking of what to do and the stillness had surprised him. “Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to do something together?”
He is turning 10 in just a few months, undeniable evidence that I have been a parent for nearly a decade and I still can’t believe it. I took in his near-tweenage 80-lb. body, growing by the minute, his face which still held enough sweet innocence to keep the thought of impending puberty at bay.
I smiled at him as I made my split-second decision. “Let’s play something together. I challenge you to a duel. These moments don’t happen often, you-and-me time.”
His grin was wide and instant. I made no progress with the clutter that day, during those precious two hours. Instead, I played games with my son and even did some pleasure reading. It was not yet officially the Sabbath, but in the end, what I realized I needed was rest, a break from trying to impose order on a house that constantly moves towards disorder. And I needed a chance to have fun reconnecting with my son; despite constantly being around one another we don’t always manage to do so.
We can’t always choose to capitulate to the messes in our lives, but when you have a chance to challenge your 4th grade son to a game of Wii swordplay instead of beating down the clutter, then take it. Even if you lose, you win.
A quick post tonight, because I am busy de-cluttering the re-cluttered areas of my house in preparation for guests tomorrow! A few more things I have learned from this process:
- The process of de-junking one’s life is a discipline just like any other. It requires a sacrifice of time, leisure, and in my case, a personal preference to do anything else other than neatening our living areas. In this regard, it has been a good experience during Lent, a time in which experiencing some sort of sacrifice feels appropriate leading up to Holy Week.
- But we’ve hit a plateau. We’re barely managing to maintain that small area of space we have de-cluttered; progressing any further will require a significant investment of intentional time and energy. I need to devote an entire day, maybe more, to really start chipping away at other areas of disarray. This makes me think about spiritual growth, and how we often hit those plateaus, then hope that going through the normal motions will propel us further in our relationship with the Lord. But what we actually need is to be carving out more significant time and space to do the work of relationship-building with God that he always desires from us. I can pray and read the Bible every day, but that will just barely keep my spiritual clutter at bay.
- Clutter is just the first and most superficial level of getting one’s life in order. It’s easy enough to create the appearance of neatness and cleanliness, when your house is actually anything but neat and clean. I can so easily throw junk into a bin and hide it away, which maintains my uncluttered kitchen island, but doesn’t actually address the habits and ongoing messes of my life. How often do we project the appearance of spiritual health and cleanliness, when our secret closets and rooms house more messes than we ever want to show the world? I confess that I do this way more often than I should.
- Lastly, having the accountability of friends coming over to visit is a wonderful motivator to action. This is a reminder to me that we need the community of God to spur us on to good deeds and help us go a step further in our spiritual lives than we would without that accountability. Most of the time I would rather keep my spiritual life and the failures I experience as a Christian to myself. But I’m reminded that God never intended for us to walk our journeys alone, but to share our struggles and ask for the larger body of believers to provide support, insight, and assistance–if we have the humility to ask.
If I were really courageous, I would let my friends into my office and ask them to help me sort the disaster that it is. Perhaps a baby step for now is asking for help in organizing my junk bin. Every little bit of progress is worth celebrating, as I said in my previous post! (Or check out the first post on this topic here.)
How are you doing with your Lenten disciplines so far and what have you learned? Just remember, it’s 29 days until Easter!
We are a little over a week into Lent, and in this post I wanted to address some of the lessons I have begun to learn as we have been pursuing this particular choice of discipline. And, let me also answer some questions, such as, “How exactly is this working for you? Did you go through an entire decluttering of the house first?”
Uh, no. That would have proven nearly fatal for us to try to execute, such is the extent of clutter in our house. In fact, the enormity of the task has proven in the past to be the cause of my not addressing it; it just seemed too hopeless to make much of a dent in all the clutter, so in the end, why bother? But as a result of taking on this Lenten discipline, we have started chipping away at different trouble areas in our house, and as they become de-cluttered, we seek to keep them this way for the remainder of Lent (and hopefully beyond!) There is a practical element to what we are doing, as well; our house will play host to five additional family members who will visit on the Monday of Holy Week, so if all goes well what we accomplish in the de-cluttering will dovetail nicely with the arrival of the relatives! In any case, here are some lessons we’ve learned thus far along the way:
1) Involve the kids! We began by encouraging and helping our older boys, who are 9 and 6 years old, to organize and clean their rooms, to a greater extent than they were doing on a daily basis. So, they are joining with us in this exercise by maintaining clutter-free rooms and helping us with the public areas. This doesn’t mean that their rooms don’t get messy during the course of a day, but once a day they strive to return their rooms back to neatness. What I have really enjoyed about this year’s Lenten discipline is that we are doing it together, as a family. So often we privatize our faith journey, when God clearly indicates that we are to live out our faith in the context of community. Joining together to do a Lenten practice, and spurring one another on to higher standards (both from parents to children and from children to parents!) has been a much more enjoyable endeavor than the years when I’ve given up something on my own.
2) Celebrate even the little successes. Our next goal was to work on our main floor, which in our split-level house includes our living room, dining room, and kitchen. These areas are constantly used in our house, all day long, and contain two clutter hot spots–the top of our grand piano, and our kitchen island. Once we neatened those areas, though, the question was, what next? Some days we haven’t had time to tackle any big projects, but we’ve done a closet, or a cabinet. And each time we successfully improve on an area that was previously a mess, we take a moment to enjoy it and affirm those who were involved. This makes me think of how so often we avoid tackling the big spiritual problems we have in our lives because they seem too overwhelming. But perhaps if we can just start taking those baby steps, however small, we become emboldened to continue to strive for more and more ways to improve. Which brings me to the next point.
3) Improvement begets more improvement. The fascinating thing about this exercise is how, as we have become more intentional about de-cluttering, we have experienced the gratification that
comes from these little successes, which only motivates us to keep on going. This is the exact opposite of how I felt before we began Lent when it came to our cluttered house. Now, even though there is still a sizable area that needs to be neatened, when I look around I no longer feel defeated. I feel they are opportunities. Perhaps the same applies as we start taking a focused, intentional look at areas of sin or struggle in our life. Perhaps, if we see them less as burdens that will never change, and more as opportunities for us to let God’s grace shine in and through us, we may actually begin to see real change occur. Maybe, at the end of the day, an attitude welcoming God to do His work in us, coupled with trust and faith that he will come through and bring his good work to completion, is the most important element that actually catalyzes those changes to happen in our lives.
So that is what we are learning thus far. Next post: is there potential for legalism to set in with this Lenten discipline? In order to keep things ordered, are there things that have to be let go, and if so, what?
(And check out my previous post if you haven’t already done so: “Why We’re Giving Up Clutter for Lent.“)
Thanks for visiting and for your comments!
Now I know it doesn’t sound all that spiritual to give up clutter for Lent. But stick with me as I explain our rationale, and I will be blogging about this off and on in the days to come. For starters, what you are seeing here are a true-to-life photos of my office. I share this with much fear and trembling (“What will people think of me? Maybe I will never get another job again after people see what a mess my life really is!”) And while this is probably the worst of our clutter spots, I’m embarrassed to admit that almost every single room and hallway in our house had been untidy, at best.
So, instead of giving up sweets, chocolate, meat, media, or any of the other Lenten sacrifices that I’ve considered or done in the past, I approached my husband with the idea that we give up clutter for Lent. His first response was to laugh–not because he thought the idea was a bad one, necessarily, but because he doubted that I could actually stick with it. But now four days into Lent, with marked improvements emerging in different parts of our house already, he is all in, and our kids are, too.
The Bible does not appear to have much to say on the topic of neatness (although plenty to say in the Old Testament particularly about beingunclean!) I admit that I haven’t yet done an extensive examination of Scripture on this topic, except to confirm that the famous saying “cleanliness is next to Godliness” appears nowhere in the Bible. But what had happened in our house was that over time, the discipline of trying to keep our house in order just became too much for me, to the point that it was just easier to be apathetic about it than to put it in order. And as neither my husband nor I are predisposed to neatness, the combination of our natural tendencies and the second law of thermodynamics–that the universe is always moving towards maximum disorder–conspired to work against us.
This is not to say that our house was always slovenly or that we never cleaned up. But it became habitual for everyone to drop things on the floor and leave them there, or fail to put things back in their proper place, or create a mess then forget about it. Something had to be done. Exasperated, my husband looked around one day and said, “It would be nice to have at least one area of our house reflect some peace and order!”
Something about the way he said it startled me, as I realized that the lack of order in our house had gone beyond just normal, everyday clutter, to the point that it was weighing his spirits down. I had just chosen to turn a blind eye to it all, but I realized that in some ways, what I had done was to develop a slothful attitude towards maintaining order in our house–and slothfulness, as we all know, is right there on the list of the seven worst sins. Worst of all, my kids were just all following my lead. Something had to be done.
So our decision to emphasize a reduction of clutter is actually a decision to battle a slothful spirit in our house, to be disciplined about how we treat the things in our house, to be considerate to one another, and to help create an atmosphere that reflects peace and not chaos. And the missional tie-in to this decision is this: so many times, I have hesitated to invite people over to our house because the effort involved to make our house presentable just seemed too overwhelming. Not because I needed to present ordered perfection, but because it seemed completely inhospitable to invite people to a pig sty for dinner!
In subsequent posts, I’ll share how things have been going, as well as bringing in some spiritual lessons I’ve learned by facing my own clutter demons. But I have to say that so far, this has been one of our best Lenten decisions yet! What do you think about this as a Lenten choice? Have you ever tried it in your family, and if so, what were the results?
(P.S. I have not forgotten the post about missional parenting as an antidote to over parenting….still mulling over it but will hopefully post it some time in the next couple of weeks!)
Our family had reached a breaking point: my eldest son was in first grade and was tired all the time from a combination of school, music, sports, church, and lessons in Mandarin on Sundays. The reason he was taking Mandarin wasn’t to honor our family heritage (we are not Chinese-American), but because of a random phrase that his piano teacher had uttered in passing when he was five: “The children in my studio who go to Chinese school are the best ones at memorizing music as well,” she said. “Something about learning all those characters must strengthen their brains.”
That was enough to send me into a flurry of Mandarin-mania, and within six months, my son was learning all about tones and Pinyin and how to say useful phrases such as “the balloon flew away” in Chinese. And this was just one example.
Any program or activity that I thought would help him maximize his fullest potential, I’d sign him up for without hesitation. When he was an infant, I read that getting sufficient sleep was critical for a child’s brain and personality development, which turned me into an sleep-compulsive mom. My mother, witnessing the militant way I observed naptime and bedtime schedules, scoffed at my inflexibility. “We never did this with you guys,” she said of me and my brother. “You stayed up late, you slept when you slept, what is wrong with that? You turned out fine.”
Undeterred, I retorted: “But we could have turned out so much better!”
So yes, I admit it: I have been more than guilty of overparenting, multiple times over, with all three of my sons. I confess that I still am, on occasion. But in recent years, something happened to me. I realized that when it comes to the endless array of activities and options for our generation of kids, it is possible to plan too much of a good thing.
Recently, the social media universe went abuzz over an article in Boston Magazine entitled “Welcome to the Age of Overparenting.“ Actually, in some ways the title is misleading: the trend towards overparenting has been around for a while, for the decade I’ve been a parent at least, and probably for as long as the children of the Baby Boomers have been school-aged. Whatever the causes of the trend, I was tired of feeling as though I was making parenting decisions based on a lemming-like response of “everybody else is doing it.” And so, out went Chinese school and a whole host of other classes, courses, and activities. Our kids each play one instrument, and our older boys are involved with baseball in the spring. Once a week, they go to AWANA. But that is it, and it feels like more than enough. In addition, most importantly, my kids play a ton, although their options for playmates are sorely limited after school. Everyone else is too busy!
It’s so hard to chart a different course; the temptation to try to keep up with other families and their children is unbelievably potent. Even after our decision to start scaling back and give our kids more time to just be kids again, I would forget the reasons for doing so. “Are you signing up for soccer? You have to start right when they’re no older than four years old otherwise they’ll be behind!” one friend told me, sending my mind reeling about whether my kids were doomed to a life of athletic spectatorship. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to immediately check and see if there were still room for late registrations.
What has helped me as I have sought to embrace some sort of antidote to the pressure to overparent has been to do three things in particular, two of which I’ll mention in this post:
1. Constantly ask “Why?”
As in, “Why are we choosing to do this?” So often I found myself opting to sign up our kids for this or that because that was what was the norm in families around us, without critically assessing whether the choice really made sense for us, whether my kids would truly enjoy or benefit from the particular activity, whether there would be any potential negative ramifications on our family life from the additional commitment, and most importantly, what my underlying motivation was for making this choice for our kids. Drilling down the the “why” question is a simple way to discipline ourselves to make wiser choices as parents.
2. Remember the point of parenthood
It was amazing how many times, when I really dug into the true reason for why I was having our kids take this summer class or that sports lesson, that it all came down to a desire to have them be glorified somehow, someday. Too often we think that our job is to help our children reach an enviable state, so that by the time colleges evaluate their potential, they will be deemed an excellent addition. But conceiving parenthood and our children’s futures in this way entirely misses the point of why God gives us children at all.
God gives us the blessing of children not to further their future purposes, but to further His overall plan and purpose. Certainly he wants for us to help our kids invest in and develop their talents and abilities–but not for their own glory. I think too often, Christian parents forget this point, which is why our parenting looks so similar to that of families around us.
Yet we are called to “set [our] minds on things above, not on earthly things” (Colossians 3:2), carving out a different parenting path that will reflect “the peace of Christ” ruling our hearts, as opposed to wallowing in anxiety-ridden worry about our children’s future. Otherwise, the longer we pursue an “overparenting” type of approach in our families, the more we will ultimately be teaching our children that we are consumed by earthly approaches and failing to trust in the One who created our kids to begin with.
(In the next post, I’ll pose a third suggestion: that missional parenting can also be a great antidote to our overparenting culture. Stay tuned!)
What do you think about the current trend towards overparenting in our culture? How do you and your family strive to combat this trend in your own families? I’d love to hear your thoughts!
A couple of months ago, I told the story of my eldest son “Harry”, who had been unabashedly sharing about his faith with his friend down the street. I just wanted to update you on some news about what has happened in the lives of my kids and this particular neighbor, a 9 year old boy named “Scott”.
I was in the kitchen with some church friends who were over for dinner when suddenly, Harry burst into the room, breathless and excited. “Mom! Mom! Scott wants to become a Christian!!”
My hands were completely messy with food preparation and at first I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I asked my son for some clarification, and he said that he had taken his Bible out to Scott, explained the Gospel message and had asked if Scott wanted to pray to become a believer, to which he had answered yes.
I sent my husband out to join the boys and to find out whether this was, in fact, an accurate assessment. He huddled together with my elder two sons and with Scott, and I kept peeking out the window to see what was going on. It looked to be a serious discussion, and then 10-15 minutes later, I peeked again to see that they were all praying.
And soon the heavens rejoiced.
We are still in the process of trying to help Scott understand what it means to follow Jesus, that a one-time prayer is just the beginning and not the entirety of the process. His decision is made more complicated by the fact that we don’t know his parents well, if at all, and his family is not Christian.
When I saw Scott the next day, I asked if he had mentioned what happened to his parents. He said, “Oh yes, I told my mom. She seemed happy about it, and she said I had the freedom to choose my own way.” So, at least his parents weren’t upset about this life transition, but nor do I sense that they are trying to encourage his fledgling faith.
Now I feel that our family has a spiritual responsibility to try to help Scott develop and grow as a Christian, especially given his family situation. As I explained to my “Jesus freak” son, being God’s witnesses in the world is only the beginning of our mission; we are also to be about making disciples, not just converts, which means that we need to teach and train Scott to know what it means to follow Jesus. Our job has only just begun!
But what has convicted me as I have rejoiced with our kids are two sobering questions, having witnessed my kids do with ease and with passion what I find much more difficult myself:
1) Do I really love Jesus so much that I cannot help but want to share him with others the way my kids do?
2) Do I truly understand what it means to love my friends and neighbors, so much that I cannot help but share about Jesus to them?
While I was spending time with my fellow Christian friends, my kids taught me anew what it means to participate in God’s mission amongst those who do not already know Jesus, as a way to reflect their love for Christ and for others. And they are inspiring my husband and I embrace our mission to reach out to Scott’s parents as well. I have had their phone number for quite a while but just haven’t made the effort to call, as I wonder if they just perceive us as the funny religious family down the street.
But it’s time I embrace more of my inner freak. And I’m thankful that my kids are showing me the way. This story is “to be continued”…but in the meantime, when have kids taught you about what it means to love God and love others?