I love my life . . .
It’s cushy and comfortable and predictable . . .
It has a daily rhythm that affords me a sense of fulfillment and happiness – be it homeschooling and activities for the kids, or mani-pedi’s and Starbucks’ lattes for Mom, my life is relatively easy-peasy and filled with comfort.
I have so much to be thankful for.
I love my home . . .
It’s warm and cozy and filled with decor which delights my senses and brings satisfaction to my soul.
It is a great source of comfort to me.
I have what every wife and mom is craving: a vibrant faith, a loving family, and the company of good friends.
LIFE. IS. GOOD.
And while I consider these blessings to be representative of God’s faithfulness in my life, I am pretty certain that there’s more to this life – oh, so much more.
Indeed, I love my life – and therein may be the problem.
The Gospel Through Virgin Eyes
I have this college-aged son who is a budding Christian.
He is discovering Jesus for himself and investigating His claims (because, you know – God doesn’t have any grandchildren).
He has been searching the Scriptures, and his “fresh and new” Christian heart and knowledge has caused him to say the most interesting things.
This was one of our recent conversations:
Him: I’m not leaving an inheritance to my kids.
What do you mean?
I’m not leaving them any money.
Well, the Bible speaks of leaving an inheritance to one’s children.
Why don’t you and dad sell this home when you die and give the money to the church?
This conversation happened just a couple of weeks after he declared that only Pastors are in God’s will because they have dedicated their lives to the The Great Commission.
Now, while you may question his “new-believer” interpretation of Scripture, one thing is for sure: the Gospel he sees exemplified in Scripture bears little resemblance to what he sees being modeled today – and sadly, Mommy and Daddy’s lives may demonstrate little difference, too.
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
I remember when the Gospel of Jesus Christ challenged every value that I held near and dear growing up as a non-believer.
I grew up thinking that there was great value in steady jobs with 401(k) retirement plans.
I believed it was paramount to attend college, land a well-paying job, and acquire a home in Suburbia.
I had somehow internalized that the goal of my existence was the realization of the American Dream.
Ah, the good ol’ American Dream – rooted right in the Declaration of Independence: Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness . . . it’s virtually imprinted upon the American psyche from the time we are born.
This “Dream” embodies the belief that our freedom includes the opportunity for prosperity, success, and upward social mobility for the family.
This ethos has even infiltrated the Church, as some denominations teach that material wealth is the divine right of the Believer.
And even though my husband and I flat out reject that version of the Gospel, it’s still true that most of our energy is used to acquire and protect our American way of life.
But now the Gospel is wrecking our lives!
Two years ago, my girls and I read three missionary books.
It wrecked us in the worst of ways; and in the best of ways. (As if the Bible wasn’t enough?? I’m glad God allows supplemental reading.)
First, we read Amy Carmichael, Missionary to India.
As I read this book I simply could not believe what I was reading.
The life Amy lived in service for Christ began to challenge many perceptions I held regarding what God would allow a Christian to experience.
It was evident that God loves the downtrodden and the despised – the widow and the orphan – and that He will use any human vessel available to reach them with His great love.
“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling” (Psalm 68:5).
Next-up was Gladys Aylward, Missionary to China.
Without exaggeration, sometimes it seemed as if I were reading a James Bond novel.
It was full of suspense, and it’s story line included abduction, an escape plot, a prison riot, and other events that I did NOT believe could ever be a part of the Christian experience.
Gladys endured sickness, hunger, and homeless for the sake of the Cross. She was even a beggar in an effort to demonstrate God’s great love to scores of orphaned children in China during World War II.
Ultimately, she sacrificed her health for the sake of the Gospel (as did Amy Carmichael). She is my hero! I can’t get enough of her story.
“He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the foreigner residing among you, giving them food and clothing” (Deuteronomy 10:18).
Last up on the “wreck-your-life” list was George Muller – Missionary to England.
I’ll keep this short and sweet and just say that George was used by the Lord to accomplish an EPIC!! orphan work for God’s glory. George never set out to take in kids (neither did Amy or Gladys), but there the kids were – orphaned by the thousands all over the streets of England due to a cholera epidemic.
“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world” (James 1:27).
I witnessed a recurring theme in all three books: One of the reasons these Christians were used greatly by God was because they had virtually no personal assets to protect (that didn’t directly involve ministry).
The Gospel Is a Great Big Wrecking Ball
After reading these three books . . .
I was wrecked!
My daughters were wrecked!
(My husband apparently doesn’t need to read books to be wrecked!)
It has screwed up my vision of having a cushy family-life.
It has hijacked my pursuit of the American Dream.
Just when our nest should be emptying out . . .
Just when my husband and I should be seeking some much deserved solace from these crazy kids . . .
Our family is making preparations to welcome our forever kids.
After years of hiding under my bed to cope with family-life, our bell will ring any day now – and our lives will change forever, because our forever kids will arrive.
Some people refer to them as foster kids – but they will be our forever kids. Not necessarily because we will keep them forever, but because they will forever have a place in our hearts.
We hardly know where we will sleep our forever kids. There’s already an army of us sharing one bathroom! We drop beds in any corner that they will fit.
Our living space is tight, but as small as our home is, we’ve managed to make a good life here and teach our kids the most important values that they could embody.
And now it’s time to teach them how the Gospel can wreck their lives!
Our children who still live at home are ready to squeeze in a just a bit tighter and wait on line just a bit longer for the bathroom. (I’m taking out stock in Depend Underwear.)
Because of the changes, maybe our kids don’t get braces, college or sports. (Don’t tell the little one – she may bail!)
Maybe we loose our ability to buy-up, house-wise. (I actually may die in this home?? SAY WHAT?!)
Without question, receiving our forever kids will add additional stress in our home, making me to want to pull out my hair from the root, hide under my bed, and scratch out my husband’s eyes (please pray for my husband and mail him some Vaseline).
But ya wanna know what I’m more afraid of?
I’m sooooo afraid for my children’s main ambition in life to be their own pursuit of happiness.
I want the Gospel to wreck them, too.
If I want the Gospel to wreck their lives, it has to wreck mine first.
The next time that son of mine looks around for examples of Christians whose lives are being turned inside-out for Christ, I want him to look no further than the example of his own home – where he will find me hiding under my bed.
“For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.” – Jesus, Matthew 16:25
By the time Jesus is through with me, I may be a bald headed, eye scratchin’, Depend Undergarment wearing saint, but I’ll be darned if I don’t loose this life of mine!
What about you? How has the Gospel been wrecking your life lately? Would you be open to foresting or adopting children? You should consider it; having a full head of hair is overrated.
I’ve shared this post at these fabulous faith and family link-ups.
- Meet this amazing God who you would gladly “wreck” your life for.
- Click here for a 2 minute video presentation about the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
- Check out the Christian Heroes: Then & Now missionary series.
- November is National Adoption Month, click here to learn more.
- Here’s a must read about the orphan crisis and what you can do to help by Lori Schumaker, an adoptive parent.
- iCareAboutOrphans.org by Focus on the Family