We
see that there is a deep advantage to being hurt by the badness of people. It awakens us to just how profound the
ramifications of Sin are. Sin strikes at
the core of every relationship we have and impacts every thought we
possess. Sin runs deep into our
unconscious and percolates up into our dreams and odd reactions to
circumstances...tempers we don't expect, lusts we thought we didn't possess,
depressions and anxieties that seem unfounded.
The world is permeated by Sin and the cruelty and rudeness that exists
is mind shattering if we give it much thought.
Even school-age children are severely damaged by the prevalence of Sin
in the classrooms that we would like to believe are sanctuaries for them. Thank God He did not close His eyes to the
cruelty and corruption of Sin. Our Lord
took it on His own back and wore the brutality of it in His muscles and skin
and He absorbed it fully until it was clear, "it is finished". When we feel the weight of Sin upon us and
it's cruelty marks us too, we can at that moment recognize the assignment God
has given us to intercede for those about us.
Pray for the ones you see suffering from the agony of Sin induced sorrow
and pain. No heartache or wound is too
deep for Jesus Christ to heal and redeem.
No fury is too great for Him to calm and no lust too powerful for Him to
tame. The Cross of Christ brings victory
at every point where Sin has had its way.
The Cross is God accepting in Himself each outcome of Sin within His own
body and thereby making every sin we commit and face a broken chain that once bound us but does so
no longer. Sin still wrecks lives and
brings misery but Christ Crucified gives the peace and joy of God entrance into every human heart that looks to
Him for salvation.
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Are You A Horn Blower?

In your unfailing love you will lead the people you
have redeemed. In your strength you will
guide them to your holy dwelling.
Exodus 15:13 NIV
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Friday, October 1, 2010
Spacemen and Zombies
Our four-year old son drew a picture for me yesterday. It had four circles in a vertical row on one side and next to them were two much bigger circles in a vertical row beside them. The two circles on the right had smiley faces on them and the four circles on the left were blank. For all those Freudians, here is my son’s explanation of his drawing. The four circles on the left were him and his siblings. The two on the right were me and my wife. We were smiling because we had just punished his older brothers and the children had nothing for faces because they were sad.
What do you do when you hear that? I was stunned for a moment. I glanced across the page and there he had drawn four hearts with the initials of him and his siblings in them and below two bigger hearts labeled “mom” and “dad”. So on this spontaneously sketched page was illustrated the terrible tension in every home…happiness and trouble, discipline and pleasure, separation and joining.
How can you smile when failing grades are brought home or towels are casually tossed about the room or rapid fire insults are swirling around the dinner table? Who grins contentedly when one child smashes another’s sword or milk is left dripping off the table for mom or dad to clean? It is an impossible task being a parent and yet somehow we do it. Sometimes I come home from work and immediately start hunting for the bomb shelter. My kids have one. Most people call it the bathroom.
Recently the four-year old hit one of his younger friends at church and we took away his dessert and made him have water for dinner. Brutal I know…but it had to be done. If our children were interviewed by reporters for the National Enquirer, imagine how the stories would read. “Parent traps son in torture chamber! Sends him to his room.” “Father humiliates son! Takes away his Xbox for the week.” “Mother berates daughter about grades! Makes her do her homework!” Parents can’t win. Kids probably feel the same way. I know I did. I still do.
Families are the crucibles in which all joy is squashed and all contentment is obliterated and yet we still get married at staggering rates and we continue to have children. Why? It is nice to have someone to pray with as you drop off for the night and no one can hold you like your husband or your wife. The other day Ben and I were holding hands as we walked together after dinner. He was wearing his space man costume and I pointed up at a planet and told him I thought it was Mars. He agreed and asked me a deep philosophical question. “Do astronauts really pee in their spacesuits? “ Perhaps it’s not so bad being a parent…
“Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near.” Isaiah 55: 6
What do you do when you hear that? I was stunned for a moment. I glanced across the page and there he had drawn four hearts with the initials of him and his siblings in them and below two bigger hearts labeled “mom” and “dad”. So on this spontaneously sketched page was illustrated the terrible tension in every home…happiness and trouble, discipline and pleasure, separation and joining.
How can you smile when failing grades are brought home or towels are casually tossed about the room or rapid fire insults are swirling around the dinner table? Who grins contentedly when one child smashes another’s sword or milk is left dripping off the table for mom or dad to clean? It is an impossible task being a parent and yet somehow we do it. Sometimes I come home from work and immediately start hunting for the bomb shelter. My kids have one. Most people call it the bathroom.
Recently the four-year old hit one of his younger friends at church and we took away his dessert and made him have water for dinner. Brutal I know…but it had to be done. If our children were interviewed by reporters for the National Enquirer, imagine how the stories would read. “Parent traps son in torture chamber! Sends him to his room.” “Father humiliates son! Takes away his Xbox for the week.” “Mother berates daughter about grades! Makes her do her homework!” Parents can’t win. Kids probably feel the same way. I know I did. I still do.
Families are the crucibles in which all joy is squashed and all contentment is obliterated and yet we still get married at staggering rates and we continue to have children. Why? It is nice to have someone to pray with as you drop off for the night and no one can hold you like your husband or your wife. The other day Ben and I were holding hands as we walked together after dinner. He was wearing his space man costume and I pointed up at a planet and told him I thought it was Mars. He agreed and asked me a deep philosophical question. “Do astronauts really pee in their spacesuits? “ Perhaps it’s not so bad being a parent…
“Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near.” Isaiah 55: 6
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