A few nights ago, I was working on something in my office at home when I heard what sounded like my oldest daughter reading a book out loud in her room. When I went to look, I saw my youngest sitting next to her, listening as she read. Wanting to capture the moment, I went and grabbed my camera. On my way to take the picture, I remembered that my camera has a function that illuminates an orange LED light just before you snap the picture, and this orange light had messed up some candid shots in the past because when someone sees it light up, they look, and it spoils the natural shot I was looking for.
So, instead of taking a picture, I decided to put it in video mode. As I started the video, I edged the camera slowly around the corner, and just watched from the small LCD screen. I listened and watched for a few seconds when my youngest daughter, holding a small Teddy Bear, announced “I’m going to take your temperature.” She grabbed a toy thermometer, and began holding it to the mouth of the bear.
My oldest saw this, and stopped reading long enough to make a swipe at the thermometer, but missed. She made another swipe at it, grabbing it away from her younger sister. After very forcefully getting rid of the thermometer out of reach, she gave a glare as if to say, “Don’t do that again!” and started reading again. As I watched this scene play out, I was shocked by two things: my oldest daughters action, and my youngest daughters reaction.
You see, my youngest did not react at all. She just took it, and my heart broke for her. If she had reacted defensively, I would have been on her side! The injustice of the moment angered something inside me, but I just let it play out because it was on video, and I wanted to see if this was going somewhere. It went nowhere. It was diffused immediately because there was no reaction.
Too often have I made the mistake of reacting to injustice, whether real or perceived. It is a quite unnatural thing for me to even think of remaining silent and “taking it” when I feel that someone has wronged me in some way. Convinced of their wrongness and my right to defend myself, I can get very defensive very quickly, and my reactions are there to put things back in balance. In the end, even if balance is restored, relationships are usually damaged and hurt.
For me, it is easy to say that my youngest daughter just took the injustice because she does not yet know another way to react, and though I may be right, I hope she never learns another way. Once you begin to react, it becomes a very hard habit to break.
As for the video I took of my daughters, about 90 seconds had passed from the incident when they noticed it was there. They had no idea how long I was there, and assumed wrongly that it was just a few seconds. They wanted to see the video.
As I took my oldest daughter to the office and played the video, I paused it when she made the first swipe and asked her, “What was that?” I restarted the video and when she made the second swipe I said, “What was that?” Then, I restarted the video and when she got rid of the thermometer I paused for the third time and asked, “What was that?” Her face was downcast. She had just seen and heard what I had seen and heard, and she was feeling the heat from being caught.
“Want to see it again?” I asked her. “No, Papa. Please don’t play it again.” It was enough. The point had been made. In trying to catch my daughter doing something very good and very right, I had been given a very unique opportunity to catch her doing something else. As I watched the video later, and saw how my youngest daughter just took the injustice, my heart was broken for her, but inside I knew she had reacted the right way.
Reposted from www.MenRising.com - my daily blog for Christian men
I opened my mailbox today to find out that none other than Tobin Smith has written to me! I felt I should somehow be very excited about this, except I did not know who Tobin Smith was, and I could not recall ever having written to him. No matter!
I opened the envelope to see in LARGE BOLD LETTERS that a secret breakthrough has been revealed. My first thoughts being somewhere along the lines of "so much for the secret". The paragraph continued using really energetic sounding words like "unprecedented" which is much the same as precedented, only not so much. I had not even opened the brochure from Mr. Tobin Smith when a letter fell out. At the top of the letter was a note that said, "From The Desk Of Tobin Smith" and I knew right away that either this man had a well educated desk, or that this letter was somehow more important than letters say, from the dining room table.
The outside of the envelope bearing my name, now revealed itself to contain a more personalized letter titled "Dear Trend-Conscious Investor" which is not at all how my name is spelled. I'm thinking at this point the envelope labeling person and the letter writing person were probably not one in the same, and quickly I have determined that this letter, and I am so disappointed to come to this conclusion, is quite probably in fact, (it pains me to say this), NOT from Mr. Tobin Smith.
Like many other "Trend-Conscious Investors" out there, I filed the letter respectfully in the wastebasket. I do not take such things seriously, and I also do not think Mr. Tobin Smith will be too disappointed if he doesn't hear back from me any time soon.
However, there is an Investor that has written to all of us, and it's not "junk mail" either. The Letter has been around for a long time, and the Investment He made was quite substantial. You see, in very clear language, the Bible tells us in John 3:16 "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
You see, when it came to investing in the salvation of all mankind, God made quite an investment, and as Christians, we are the return on His investment. Furthermore, we have been given the awesome opportunity to invest ourselves in this opportunity, for we were given a Great Commission - "Go ye into all the world, and preach the Gospel, to every creature." (Makr 16:15)
That is an investment we should all consider very seriously.
Ever stop to realize how much we as Americans take things for granted? This past fourth of July, Independence Day, we celebrated a freedom many outside this country will never know, and many inside this country cannot comprehend. It is a loss of perspective brought by the consistency of it’s presence, and it happens in the Christian life, too.
The other night, my youngest daughter was saying her prayers. She still does the “Now I lay me down to sleep . . .” routine because she has not yet learned the meaning of prayer. We work with her, but understand that talking to God is a difficult concept for her age, however, one night presented me with a teachable moment. The girls were late getting into bed, and there was a flurry of activity of getting nightgowns on, bed’s made, teeth brushed, and getting into bed. When I said it was time for prayers, my youngest took her cue and off she went saying her night time prayer as fast as she could.
When she finished, my other daughter started to pray, but I said, “Just a minute.” I stopped what was going on and looked at my youngest daughter and asked her, “Why do we pray?” She just shrugged her shoulders, but my oldest daughter then spoke up, “We pray to talk to God.” I looked at my youngest daughter and asked her, “Do you talk to anyone else really really fast like that?” She shook her head “no” and I told her, “When you pray, you are talking to God, not just trying to get to bed as fast as possible. Try it again, but this time, talk to God.”
She did, and we all went to bed, but it had me thinking, how many prayers have I casually breezed through without ever talking to God? I pray when I wake up, pray for different things throughout the day, pray for safety when I travel, and pray for my food before I eat, but how often am I talking to God, and how many times have I just said words to get through the tradition and ritual of prayer before meals? Furthermore, in what other ways have I taken God for granted?
I soon realized that even having a Bible I can call my own is a gift, and how often have I failed to exercise my freedom to read its words? Convicted, I saw many things that surround my life that I have taken for granted from my clothes and car, to my health and my family. I have been truly given much. When my thoughts turn to salvation though, I have no excuse.
Grace. Salvation. Mercy. Words I understand in my own human mind that cannot even begin to compare to their real meaning on God’s scale. All God really expects of me is to live a life that will glorify Him, and to take the message of the Gospel to others. Yet my life is filled with so many other distractions, excuses really, that seem so important. Then I realize, I have been living with this grace for so long now, I have come to a place in my life where I have taken it for granted.
While we may now access salvation freely, there was never a mandate from heaven that required God to give His only begotten Son to die for our sins. When someone asks, “Where would we be without the grace of God”, just try to internalize that thought for a moment, and see if it does not change your perspective and guide you towards actions and a life that is lived to glorify God.
-reposted from www.MenRising.com 7/11/11
Raising kids is hard. Raising them with good Christian values is even harder. I admit that here in rural Alabama, it is a lot easier than it would be in other parts of the country, but there are still struggles and frustrations, some big and some small, that my wife and I must work out in order to raise our two girls with the Christian values we grew up with.
Everything is in a constant state of change, yet we believe as Christians that God never changes, His Word is immutable, and that the truths found in the Bible, in whatever their many forms, are always applicable regardless of time, circumstance, culture, or other change.
My wife is a homeschooling mom, and she has a secondary education degree with a major in English Education and a minor in Piano Music. She is the type of person you would want educating your child if you could afford a private teacher that would teach your child one-on-one. One of the biggest misconceptions about homeschooling is that kids are not properly socialized, however, as busy as my girls stay with the different group activities, a casual observer would be very hard-pressed to come to that conclusion. My wife does a wonderful juggling act with homeschool, the group activities, and still being a wife, a cook, and keeping the house in some semblance of order. I know I couldn't do it.
As for me, I work a full-time job during the day, run a separate blog called MenRising where I am currently posting daily articles for Christian men. I am also currently in the planning stages of starting a church in Jacksonville, Alabama sometime next year. It will not be an easy task. The challenges are daunting, and statistically speaking I am already doomed to fail. It should be a very interesting year.
Through all of this, my wife and I struggle daily to keep faith and family first. I call it keeping the first things first (not very original, I know), but with everything that goes on in a day, sometimes I think starting a new church is going to be easier. In this blog, we are hoping to address issues that are going to be relevant to people like us, families who want the best for their children, who want them to grow up with a faith in God, and with the character and self-discipline to do what is right.
We're not perfect. We do make mistakes . . . some bigger than others, and we don't have all the answers. However, none of that is going to stop us from trying to keep faith and family always first in our lives. Join us!