Jesus is not a Republican and Other Stuff I Believe

We are the world changers. The visionaries. We are the strongest political movement ever known. We have no borders or bounds.

We seek to establish justice and ensure domestic tranquility through  grace filled lives, serving hands, and faithful hearts.

We are the diplomats of grace.  The people with hands made to serve and hearts made to heal and branch out.

We are the vine gatherers, grasping with grace at those who are lost.

We are the warrior raising women, moms of boys who will proclaim truth in the loving of their wives and the raising of their families and the way in which they walk, upright with heavy steps that bear much weight.

We are the bearers of beauty, daughters who will grow to know their place in  God’s heart. Women with gentle spirits, contending in battle for wisdom, humility and purity. Wise as serpents but innocent as doves.  The daughters of God who will bear a new generation of Kingdom changers.

We are the guardians of hearts and minds, pouring our grace words into spirit children and planting them deep in His fold.

We are the lovers of justice, providing nourishment to the poor, advocates for the defenseless,  defenders of the weak.

We are the mighty archers, aiming arrows sharpened and ready at an enemy that is neither democrat or republican, pro-choice or liberal, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. 

We fight on our knees with hands raised to the heavens.

We fight with our hearts burdened by love for those who are lost.

We  may cast our vote, we may carry our sign, stay informed, rally for the candidate we want to support,  or speak our mind, but still we know where the ultimate ruler reigns.  Because we have never really belonged here. We are expats for a season,  in a world that is not our own.

We see with sharpened eyes, all’s grace. All is grace.

We know the cost. We have seen our passport stamped and paid for in blood. Citizens of grace.

We are the ambassadors of a new Kingdom.

 

While I was at Blissdom, I had the chance to meet with CafeMom correspondent Lindsay Ferrier to do an interview on where I stand as a Christian, homeschooling mom, and small business owner in the realm of politics, public opinion, and education.

It was lovely to meet with her and represent what I believe a lot of Christians feel. While many of us are involved deeply in politics and government, we should never forget that we are Christians first and foremost. Our witness to the world says more than the sign in our front yard.

Jesus is not a Republican. This world’s politics are too limiting for a Holy and infinite God.  .I may ruffle some feathers, but there, I said it.

That being said, I am a writer, and talking on camera was a big leap out of my comfort zone and only slightly more traumatic than that dream where I showed up at a homeschool co-op in my underpants.

Besides accidentally going to the wrong lobby and missing the car to take me to the interview, having to run across the Gaylord Opryland Hotel which is ginormous, grabbing a taxi, and  being late, I managed to babble a few coherent sentences on what I believe. Lyndsay was gracious and professional, and I couldn’t have asked for a better interviewer for this camera shy introvert. You can view it here.


What is your stance on politics as a Christian? What do you think our responsibility is to the world in regards to our government? Do you feel like secular culture  views  all Christians and angry, narrow-minded bigots? Or do you think society has a different view of Christians? What is your experience?

 

Life Rearranged or at Least a Tad Less Dusty

So anyway,  I had a very serious case of pneumonia compounded by my asthma, which left me incapacitated for a little over a month.

I’m up and around now and my energy level is  steadily rising but the accumulation of things needing to be done over the past month has hit the roof, broken through, and seems to be pooling in my hallway.

Apparently, things don’t tend to get done unless you do them. Who knew?

cleaningSo, now I am faced with a month’s catch up of household things needing to be done. And if I was honest,each mom day is like the equivalent in dog years so one mom day sick means  I’m a lifetime behind right now. 

Children’s schooling because yeah, they need to learn things, and I’m kind of responsible for that, what with the homeschooling and all. Finances and taxes to be filed in 14 days, just a mental reminder to get on that. Oh, and we own our own company so no short forms for me. Menu planning and freezer cooking, because I abhor cooking and otherwise my kids eat cereal for dinner, true story. Prepping our garden if the snow ever stops, because I have high hopes for more fresh veggies this year. I also completely missed Tsh’s spring decluttering band wagon while laid up in bed but the more dust I see around objects the more I just want to toss everything.Plus, we are in need of a major purge. Nehemiah keeps emerging from his closet in capri pants, except he doesn’t own any capri pants.  Everything needs a good scrubbing. Is that bubble gum in the carpet? Yes, it was. And of course there is that annoying buzz at the back of my mind that if I were healthier to begin with maybe this pneumonia wouldn’t have wiped me out so thoroughly, so yes, that get healthier aspect is also on my burgeoning to do list.

And of course, I also have this blog. And all you lovely readers that make this space so special.  This is my space, where I can vent my thoughts, passions, worries, and dreams into each post, but it’s also a place where I’ve found great connection and the beginnings of a tiny community with you guys. Love to you all, my tiny band of faithful readers.

Blogging was the one thing I’ve kept  up on since I didn’t need a working voice, extra oxygen, or to get out of my bed  to scrawl the past months posts. It worked. But now I’m up and swamped with that real life stuff. And since I write about my life and my life is filled with these tasks, you’re invited to join me. Fun, right?

It will be I promise. And if it’s not you can leave mean comments after each post. Just kidding, you can’t or I’ll cry. No really, I might, it’s been a hard month.

Over the next month I’ll be writing a bit on my progress in

  • planning, cooking, and eating whole foods for a healthier family
  • decluttering our junk, organizing it and donating to charities or selling it
  • tackling the stacks of paper that seem to grow all over the house
  • catching up on schooling for the kiddos
  • getting our garden in tip-top shape for the coming ( fingers crossed) spring weather
  •  And of course, implementing a regular exercise plan, please Jesus, give me strength!

 

It will be fun, yes? I think, yes. Deep Cleansing Breaths.

I want to educate my children: How to teach them stewardship.

Judah is in search of his iPod again.  He thinks it might have been in his jeans pocket which have endured a thorough washing and are folded and stacked in the laundry basket. It’s not in there. I found it on the floor and rescued it before it was broken by Nehemiah and his two-year old curiosity which often inspire lathering things in lotion or throwing them in the trash. I found my phone in there once, among other things. Needless to say, we must be intentional about putting things away.

ipod hold

photo credit by bloohimwhom

As a mom, who trusts that these possessions aren’t  really that important, that we are destined for eternal purpose, I don’t want to get bogged down by stuff. I believe we are most unencumbered to serve God when we live a simpler existence.

It’s an interesting dichotomy between being a good steward of our possessions and resources and holding all things loosely.

I’ve noticed most people have a tendency to do one or the other. It’s hard to do both.

Judah is exceedingly giving. He’s just that way. He shares easily, he isn’t possessive. He saves his allowance to buy other kids things. His heart is unbound in his giving nature. The shirt off his back, sure, why not? I love this about him but honestly, I struggle as his mom. Do I let him give his stuff away? What about when he gets taken advantage of ?

He participated in cub scouts a few years ago and had earned a small box of Lego for popcorn sales. When they were receiving their prizes, another boy who hadn’t participated in sales received nothing. The boy was pouting and sulky. Judah handed over his prize with no second thought.

 I didn’t want him to give it away.

Lego are expensive! We had stood at that popcorn table in the cold selling tins of popcorn on our Saturday! I wanted to demand he take the prize back but the crowd of smiling mothers surrounding me made it hard to jump up and say,” Hey, that’s not fair. Don’t be so giving. That kid’s just going to take advantage of you and he’s not even grateful!”  I controlled myself.

Judah seemed unfazed. I kept waiting for the disappointment and letdown he would feel when he realized he got the short end of the deal. The child barely thanked him. But he didn’t. He seemed happy that he was able to do it. I left it at that. There have been times since then that I have put my foot down as children have left our house with Judah’s things, freely given.

He holds things loosely. Very loosely. So loose that we lose iPods, DS games, Lego parts, clothes, jackets, shoes, and random other things that he misplaced. Toys are left outside and ruined. DVD’s and games are left out and scratched. We are trying to teach him better stewardship of his possessions. To take care of them, put them away, and never put them in the laundry.

Some of  his irresponsibility can be attributed to  11-year-old man-boy brain that tends to get very easily distracted. We are working on learning to follow directions that include more than one step without getting sidetracked by shiny things. I want him to find this balance of taking good care of his things while not being consumed by them.

However, since I started to frisk his playmates for concealed toys, he has started to loan things.  He gets this from my husband who is also very giving. My husband who has loaned out so many things that we have had to replace because they’ve never been returned,  have been lost, or have been returned broken. He also holds things loosely.

On the flip side, I have seen people who are very good stewards of their things. They keep them in immaculate shape. All things are put away, covered, remembered. They have stickers, embroidered patches, and sharpie marker labels with their name emblazoned on every article they own. I’m not against labeling as it makes it easy to find your stuff in a group or community but I also notice that sometimes, those people tend to hold a little tightly.

After all, they worked for these things. They take good care of them. If you want to use something, buy it yourself. And I get that, because I’m a little more this way than I’d like to admit. If it’s a cause or someone I consider truly needy, I have no problem giving abundantly but if it’s someone who could just as easily get it themselves, I hold tightly. Not that I always take perfect care of my things but we grew up without much and I’ve had so many things ruined or never returned that I am hesitant to lend out my belongings. Sometimes, I am stingy.

I hate this about myself because I truly do want to be giving but sometimes the balance between practicality and hospitality collide. I may loan you things, but I’ll need a deposit and  two forms of  i.d.  with your picture on it.

And then I think of the parable in Luke.

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To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic either. Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back. – Luke 6:29-30 ESV

Ummm, Luke, this is highly impractical.

This striking, cloak stealing, begging, unreturner of things does not sound like he would pass my loaning qualifications. Nor does he sound deserving or grateful. 

These are those parts of the Bible where it’s fun to say God didn’t really mean it. I mean, what about our personal rights? And how are we supposed to give to everyone who begs from us. Does that mean we have to give to every homeless person with a cardboard sign? And now that we have  global awareness from the media, does that mean that we have to invest in every cause?  Does it mean we just stand there and take abuse while cloak stealing guy mistreats us?

I’m not saying I have the answers to all these balances. Like I said, I tend to hold too tight, but I know that God is speaking to me in this season. So much.

And this is something that I hear, ” Let me deal fairly.

That’s it. Be responsible, be obedient, be free. Because Judah will be dealt fairly by God even if he doesn’t have that Lego set now.

 What are your thoughts on this? Do you tend to hold tight or loose? Have  you found a balance? I’d love to hear what this looks like in your life. Don’t be shy, I always appreciate dialogue in the comments, unless you want to borrow something. Kidding. Heh.

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