Featured Post-the first thing I ever published...

Chaos, Social Justice, and Facing Fear in order to Seek God's Face

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You.  Isaiah 26:3 A warning in advance-in...

Search This Blog

Friday, January 27, 2017

Today’s prayer, on the 18th day, is that my husband will fulfill the Great Commission

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.
Matthew 28:19-20

In “Walk this way,” I wrote about my husband, who learned by observing his father.  And so he teaches our son.   Today’s prayer, on the 18th day, is that my husband will fulfill the Great Commission.  My husband instructs in silence.  He is the quiet teacher. 

When our son was little, we dressed him for church in comfortable clothes; khakis, button downs, polo shirts and sweaters.  He looked smart, a little preppy, but relaxed and put together.  Once he was old enough to develop a voice and a perspective on fashion, he insisted on wearing ties to church.  Why? Because that’s how daddy dresses.  By observation he learned what was appropriate. 

It’s not easy finding straight ties for a little boy, particularly for one with good taste.  Early to develop his sartorial perspective, he was no longer satisfied with clip-on ties.  Daddy didn’t have any.  Why should he?

Every minute of every day, each of us teaches.  For most of those teachable moments, we are caught unaware.  What are you up to when you’re not sure anyone is watching?  When our son was born, his older sister was three and a half.  Within days of bringing him home from the hospital, while going about my day, I distinctly remember having to step out of the room-briefly.  Baby was safely nestled on the sofa, too young to move.  I sat my big girl carefully down, and explained that I needed her to keep an eye on him, though I’d be right back.  I couldn’t have been away more than 10 or 12 seconds.  When I returned, I was stunned into silence.  My baby, herself only three, leaned over her newborn brother to sweetly sing him a lullaby.  I remember crying…thinking back to the poem that every child of the 60s grew up with, a message so ubiquitous, baby formula manufactures produced and distributed posters emblazoned with its message…Children Live What They Learn, and being enormously thankful and proud.

Therefore, Go.  Not just because you never know who’s watching….but because that’s what we’re made to do.  GO.  NOW.  

OneWord 2015

OneWord 2015

C'mon. Follow along. Please?