My sister-in-law sent me this article a couple of weeks ago...It is so good I thought I would post it here for others to read.
Motherhood Is a Calling (And
Where Your Children Rank)
by Rachel Jankovic |
July 14, 2011
A few years ago, when I just
had four children and when the oldest was still three, I loaded them all up to
go on a walk. After the final sippy cup had found a place and we were ready to
go, my two-year-old turned to me and said, “Wow! You have your
hands full!”
She could have just as well
said, “Don’t you know what
causes that?” or “Are they all yours?!”
Everywhere you go, people
want to talk about your children. Why you shouldn’t
have had them, how you could have prevented them, and why they would never do
what you have done. They want to make sure you know that you won’t
be smiling anymore when they are teenagers. All this at the grocery store, in
line, while your children listen.
A Rock-Bottom Job?
The truth is that years ago,
before this generation of mothers was even born, our society decided where
children rank in the list of important things. When abortion was legalized, we
wrote it into law.
Children rank way below
college. Below world travel for sure. Below the ability to go out at night at
your leisure. Below honing your body at the gym. Below any job you may have or
hope to get. In fact, children rate below your desire to sit around and pick
your toes, if that is what you want to do. Below everything. Children are the
last thing you should ever spend your time doing.
If you grew up in this
culture, it is very hard to get a biblical perspective on motherhood, to think
like a free Christian woman about your life, your children. How much have we
listened to partial truths and half lies? Do we believe that we want children
because there is some biological urge, or the phantom “baby
itch”? Are we really in this because of cute little clothes
and photo opportunities? Is motherhood a rock-bottom job for those who can’t
do more, or those who are satisfied with drudgery? If so, what were we
thinking?
It's Not a Hobby
Motherhood is not a hobby, it
is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than
stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what
God gave you time for.
Christian mothers carry their
children in hostile territory. When you are in public with them, you are
standing with, and defending, the objects of cultural dislike. You are publicly
testifying that you value what God values, and that you refuse to value what
the world values. You stand with the defenseless and in front of the needy. You
represent everything that our culture hates, because you represent laying down
your life for another—and laying down your life for another represents the
gospel.
Our culture is simply afraid
of death. Laying down your own life, in any way, is terrifying. Strangely, it
is that fear that drives the abortion industry: fear that your dreams will die,
that your future will die, that your freedom will die—and
trying to escape that death by running into the arms of death.
Run to the Cross
But a Christian should have a
different paradigm. We should run to to the cross. To death. So lay down your
hopes. Lay down your future. Lay down your petty annoyances. Lay down your
desire to be recognized. Lay down your fussiness at your children. Lay down
your perfectly clean house. Lay down your grievances about the life you are living.
Lay down the imaginary life you could have had by yourself. Let it go.
Death to yourself is not the
end of the story. We, of all people, ought to know what follows death. The
Christian life is resurrection life, life that cannot be contained by death, the
kind of life that is only possible when you have been to the cross and back.
The Bible is clear about the
value of children. Jesus loved them, and we are commanded to love them, to
bring them up in the nurture of the Lord. We are to imitate God and take
pleasure in our children.
The Question Is How
The question here is not
whether you are representing the gospel, it is how you are representing it.
Have you given your life to your children resentfully? Do you tally every thing
you do for them like a loan shark tallies debts? Or do you give them life the
way God gave it to us—freely?
It isn’t
enough to pretend. You might fool a few people. That person in line at the
store might believe you when you plaster on a fake smile, but your children won’t.
They know exactly where they stand with you. They know the things that you rate
above them. They know everything you resent and hold against them. They know
that you faked a cheerful answer to that lady, only to whisper threats or bark
at them in the car.
Children know the difference
between a mother who is saving face to a stranger and a mother who defends
their life and their worth with her smile, her love, and her absolute loyalty.
Hands Full of Good Things
When my little girl told me, “Your
hands are full!” I was so thankful that she already knew what my
answer would be. It was the same one that I always gave: “Yes
they are—full of good things!”
Live the gospel in the things
that no one sees. Sacrifice for your children in places that only they will
know about. Put their value ahead of yours. Grow them up in the clean air of
gospel living. Your testimony to the gospel in the little details of your life
is more valuable to them than you can imagine. If you tell them the gospel, but
live to yourself, they will never believe it. Give your life for theirs every
day, joyfully. Lay down pettiness. Lay down fussiness. Lay down resentment
about the dishes, about the laundry, about how no one knows how hard you work.
Stop clinging to yourself and
cling to the cross. There is more joy and more life and more laughter on the
other side of death.
