I can’t believe that this poor blog hasn’t been touched since Thanksgiving. I’ve been soothing the writing itch by posting long posts on facebook. Then it feels redundant to publish them here.
I’m currently working on a post about comfort zones and sticking with our gifts versus daring greatly, like Brene Brown tells us to. It has a little bit to do with me trying to learn to ski and a lot to do with how much you can learn new things when you’re over 40 and it’s also about growth mindset versus fixed mindset, like I read about on Jenny Smucker’s blog. But that thing isn’t coming together very fast.
So I just popped in to say hi.
I’ll tell you about last Sunday. I teach 9 and 10-year-old Mennonite kids and we were reading the verses in Matthew 21 about the man who had told his son to work in his vineyard and the son disrespectfully said he wouldn’t and then later felt terrible and went. With the second son, the father asked him to work and the son was all agreeable and said he would, but it was all a lie because he never went.
Jesus went on to say that this was a picture of how the publicans and harlots would go into the kingdom of God before the chief priests and Pharisees, the religious leaders who looked so good on the outside.
So I was explaining these verses in my teacher voice and said, “So the publicans were people that no one liked because they collected taxes and sometimes they cheated. And harlots were like….do you guys know what harlots were?”
I said, “Well….they were ladies who sold their bodies.”
“You mean like, they’d cut off an arm or leg and sell it?” asked one of them in disbelief.
“Well, no,” I said, squirming.
And then I launched into another explanation that hopefully kind of worked and they seemed satisfied. But I am very glad it was not recorded.
Oh Jesus, your stories and your love for every single person are seldom tidy, church-y, or easy to explain, are they?
Dan and I have always thought that children should be told the truth in simple language that satisfies them, without giving them more information than they bargained for in the moment. But then I run into situations where I realize we have gaps. Innocence is good. But raising sheltered little people who don’t know about the reality of what so many people face isn’t our goal either. February 23rd was the 5th annual “shine a light on slavery” day, the End It movement. Thanks to my friends online who have reminded me that our children need to know and be aware. And to my little Sunday school class.
Sometimes I feel like a walking paradox. I ache to take all the hurt and homeless hearts in the world and nurture them. But then I get grouchy about nurturing the ones in my own home and church. And I get So Tired of needs.
Serving in obscurity may be scarier than doing big things for God, as this post says so well.
I’m not sure how I ended up here. Random awkwardness, I guess.
I must go and fry some burgers for supper. Nice to chat with you a little.