Psalm 78: 1-7

O my people, listen to my instructions.  Open your ears to what I am saying, for I will speak to you in a parable.  I will teach you hidden lessons from our past—stories we have heard and known, stories our ancestors handed down to us.  We will not hide these truths from our children; we will tell the next generation about the glorious deeds of the Lord, about his power and his mighty wonders.  For he issued his laws to Jacob; he gave his instructions to Israel.  He commanded our ancestors to teach them to their children, so the next generation might know them— even the children not yet born—and they in turn will teach their own children.  So each generation should set its hope anew on God, not forgetting his glorious miracles and obeying his commands.  -Psalm 78:1-7



Sparking eyes, busy hands, curious minds plotting big plans.

Wiggly bodies and energetic feet settle down on a princess seat.

At this moment I am obsolete as they work on puzzles and listen to Sesame Street.

On this tuesday morning it is not yet ten and everything on the shelves

has been pulled off and strewn over the floor, once again.

Quietly, I stand at the sink, coffee cup in hand and think

about the potpourri of “Christian” toys…

A few yummy candies wrapped with a verse tucked inside a Jesus-fish coin purse.

Two BibleGirl backpacks serve as bowls for some sugar-free cross shaped fruit snacks.

Stacks and stacks of things to fill my kids hearts with everything the world lacks.

A plush David and Goliath complete with five little rocks,

Noah’s Zoo ABC building blocks, a pair of dove print cotton socks

and a hymn-music jewelry box.

Plastic “Fruit of the Spirit” to munch on strewn beside

the comic book version of the gospel according to John.

Moses action figure with a plastic ark and staff standing on top of

an empty bottle of Jonah bubbles for the bath.

CDs and DVDs of cartoons starring Bible reading veggies.

Lord, help me please to remember that I parent best from my knees and not

when I am providing gifts (even Christian ones) with every sweet little “please”.

An armor of God plastic suit.

Sure, it’s cute.

But I wonder if it might dilute and pollute the root of the Message

until it doesn’t compute.

I want my girls to see beyond the stuff, not that it is bad it’s just extra fluff

and it is certainly not enough to teach and reach their little hearts.

No matter how smart they still need purposeful instruction about

the awesomeness of creation, the beauty of earth’s foundation

and man’s divine formation immediately followed by a spiritual confrontation

full of evil temptation disguised as a harmless conversation.

Humanity’s response to the altercation caused God devastation

and in His plan created a complication:

the realization of separation, condemnation and eternal damnation.

That is why the world became a location for a corrupt civilization

suffering from spiritual starvation and soul sedation.

Finally, a divine adaptation:

a Savior who endured humiliation and execution with the final chapter revealing a plan of ressurection, glorification and our sanctification to bring about a holy reconciliation ending in eternal celebration.

I take my job as mother seriously because I know

knowing Jesus doesn’t happen mysteriously.

It’s my responsibility to pass on the Message while they are under my wing and

bring understanding of not only right and wrong but also knowledge of how to know

Jesus and have a relationship with him that is life long.

And that is not going to happen if the extent of my strategy is just to fling

every single Jesus thing I can find at my girls

and hope something sticks…hope something clicks.

It’s about living my life in a transparent way

Putting my spiritual peaks and valleys on display

So one day my girls will say,

“I want a faith that is authentic and true,

Mommy, I want to know Jesus like you do.”