Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Keepers at Home Part 10: Training them up...

I got a tragic reminder yesterday of why we raise the kids the way we do. An old friend stopped by who has had some serious trouble with her daughter who is now 18. They are completely estranged for the time being and the daughter is out of the house. Her 12 year old son is pulling up the rear.

I know that she loves her daughter and tried to "do" all she could for her. But she treated her like a friend and allowed her to taste the fruit of the world not realizing the child would eventually want more and more of it.

It is dangerous to let your children taste the fruit of the world and not expect them to like it. When you let them taste such sweet fruit (oh, didn't you know worldly fruit is sweet?) they will develop a taste for it.

See, the problem lies in when we only let them the taste the sweet part. We love them so we would never let them get into the rotten, putrid, decaying middle now would we? No, of course not.

But blindly, we let them lick, lick, lick that sweet outer shell until when they are old enough, we cannot keep them from it and all of a sudden we find that they are licking closer and closer to what lies in wait inside. All panic ensues but at that point it is too late for our influence.


Now her daughter is tasting the fruit that is less sweet and less sweet. Soon she will be down to the really bad part and perhaps a road in her life that she could have never been on. But she has a taste for it now. The addiction to the world is already there. It is a wonder we ever escaped it at all. We all know how hard it is to fight it every day in every way.


WE my sisters and daughters, are responsible for how our children think, act and turn out! Let them taste too much of the "sweetness" of being outside the home and involved in worldly activities that are "fun" and they will develop a taste for it. It will be hard to reel them back in to being keepers at home when their tastes become harder to satisfy.


Sure, of course we are allowed to do outside activities, and in many cases, we even should, but we should always ask ourselves what eternal effect it is having on them. You'd better ask yourself and if you don't like the answer, don't ignore it.


Ask yourself; Is it glorifying to God? If it is NOT glorifying to God, WHY WHY WHY would we ever continue it?

One foot in the world and one in the church can bring one dangerously close to drowning. I envision one foot on a rock, stable and secure and the other on a balloon that is constantly being blown bigger. One may be a little uncomfortable sometimes but you will withstand the storm every time. The other is quite cushy but highly unstable. So bigger and bigger the balloon gets until you are so off balance you fall into the abyss of sin.

Be seriously and diligently careful about what you let your children do and know that one way or the other you ARE training them.

Train them to serve one Master or you are training them to try to serve two.


Your choice. Every day.

3 comments:

Joy said...

This was a wonderful blog! I so agree that we as s
'shepherding' parents must guide, protect our children from the temptations of the world. To be their "real friend" is to love them enough to be willing to say no, not allow them to live and be of the world. Thank you for such a thought provoking blog. I look forward to reading your blog more often.
In Christ
Joy

ps On the subject of MC. Your words are such an inspiration to me. My daughter was to be born this week. God called her home when I was in my 2nd tri- pregnant with her. I understand the loss, and sorrow. I also understand peace in the Lord's word and ways. Hope that shows you your child is in heaven with Him. Gratitude that our children will never know the pain of the world. sorry I went on and on
God bless

Crystal said...

Steph, first let me say that I love you dearly and you have become my dearest friend and myclosest confidant. Took long enough, huh? Second, I have "issues" with this one since my response to "religious" strangers knocking on my door (you can spot 'em a mile away) is either slamming the door in their faces or hiding in the broom closet until they give up and go away. Some would say that I AM one of those sweet fruits of the world with a rotton core. My children? ANGELS! Denial? Never heard of it.

Crystal said...

Ummmm....... I was trying to pick a fight with you. No comment. No moral to the story that I can pass off as my own? No gentle guidance slapped upside my head? What's up with that?