Friday, 26 September 2014

Parents of Faith

     The eleventh chapter of Hebrews has been described in a variety of ways – the great chapter of faith, the hall of faith, faith’s hall of fame, triumphs of faith, faith in action, great examples of faith, heroes and heroines of faith – to name a few. While the chapter does focus on prominent individuals of faith, it also exemplifies parents of faith.
     Why did Noah painstakingly construct an enormous ark? Was it only because God told him to? Was it simply a matter of self-preservation? The text says, “… for the saving of his household” (v. 7). Although Noah was a preacher of righteousness (2 Peter 2:5), his primary mission field was his own family. Were it not for his uncompromising dedication to the Lord, his godly character, and his spiritual example and leadership, there would likely have been fewer than eight souls saved from the flood.
     Also listed are Abraham and Sarah (vv. 8-12), whose steadfast faith resulted in their son, grandson, great-grandsons, and other descendants being named in faith’s hall of fame as well (vv. 9, 17-22). Specific mention is made of Abraham’s willingness to offer up Isaac, an allusion to Genesis 22:1-19. Young Isaac was obviously familiar with worship to God, having observed his father worship and having participated himself to the point that he noticed when something seemed amiss (Genesis 22:5-8). Apparently learning about and engaging in worship is an important part of faith development in the children of God’s people.
     Further, in Hebrews 11 we read about the parents of Moses (v. 23). Amram and Jochebed conscientiously defied the immoral decree of Pharoah in order to save their son, then had the opportunity to instill in him awareness of his spiritual heritage before he was transitioned into the despot’s household. This godly mother and father may have lost their son for a time, but the seeds of faith implanted in his heart at an impressionable age eventually took root to produce a great man of God.
     For those of us who have children, are we to be included among the parents of faith? Like Noah and his wife, are we tenaciously committed to the spiritual security of our family? Like Abraham and Sarah, are we training, being examples to, and including our children in worship to God? Like Amram and Jochebed, are we sowing the seeds of faith in our kids, so if tragically they fall into the devil’s grasp later in life, there is always hope that the implanted seed will take root and bring them back to the Lord?
     Whatever our circumstance in life – husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, grandparents, singles – let us be determined, with God’s help, to be people of rock-solid and contagious faith. A faith worth having is a faith worth sharing.
--Kevin L. Moore



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Friday, 19 September 2014

Love is Patient

    One Saturday afternoon while I was studying at the kitchen table, my 4-year-old daughter was at the other end decorating cookies she and her mother had made earlier that day. I found it difficult to concentrate as sugar sprinkles scattered across the table and dropped to the floor, not to mention the icing that covered little hands and clothes more than the cookies themselves. I must admit that the mere distraction was not as much of a bother as the prospect of having to clean up the mounting disaster, so I started interjecting comments like, "Be careful," "That’s too much," "Don’t make a mess!" It didn’t take long for my "helpful advice" to turn into outright fussing, and my daughter could sense that I was becoming increasingly more agitated. So the junior decorator paused for a moment, looked at me with her child-like innocence, and calmly declared, "Daddy, I’m a little kid you know."
     My irritable countenance quickly turned to a grin, and it dawned on me that I had been making way too much out of nothing and unrealistically expecting her to act like someone well beyond her years. Instead of getting frustrated, I could have stopped what I was doing and offered some assistance. Better yet, I could have sat back and taken joy in watching my child show initiative and develop her creativity and independence. Rather than being critical, I should have been thankful that we at least have a table, a floor, and excess sugar sprinkles with which a mess could be made!
     My wife and I have been blessed with two healthy, intuitive girls who are willing to try new things despite the less-than-perfect ways they may go about it sometimes. My daughters won’t be little forever, and one day, when they have grown up and left home, I will almost certainly miss their childhood antics.
     I realize there are couples who can’t have kids, who would love to have a precious child like mine, irrespective of the occasional disarray. Some parents have tragically lost young ones through accident or illness, and others, with physically- or mentally-impaired children, would give almost anything to watch their sons or daughters decorate cookies and make the biggest mess in the world.
     I felt guilty for taking so much for granted, for not being as appreciative as I should, and especially for not being as patient as the Lord expects me to be (Galatians 5:22; 1 Corinthians 13:4; etc.). I gave my daughter a big hug and told her how happy I am that she is my child. I gladly helped clean up the mess, and with the Lord’s forbearance I am trying to practice the lesson of patience that was imbedded in my conscience that Saturday afternoon.
     Thank you Lord for our children, who continue to draw us closer to you.
–Kevin L. Moore

*Inspired by my youngest daughter Kaitlyn.


Friday, 12 September 2014

Daddy's Job

     Coming home one evening after a long, hard day of work, all I wanted to do was plop down in my comfortable chair and relax. But my 4-year-old daughter had other plans. She enthusiastically met me at the door and wanted me to go outside with her and play. I tried to explain that Daddy was really tired and needed to rest awhile, but to her that was just not acceptable. I then suggested we could play a game in the living room while I sat in my chair, but as far as she was concerned, nothing short of running around in the backyard would do. A few more feeble attempts were made to reason with this less-than-patient bundle of energy, when finally in exasperation she exclaimed, "But Daddy, it’s your job!"
     I confess that she caught me off guard with such a profound statement, and my stubborn defense instantly collapsed. She was absolutely right. When I decided to become a parent, I accepted all the accompanying responsibilities, including my personal commitment to never neglect my family. This little girl needed to spend time with her daddy, and I had no right to deprive her of that basic need. With her simple and pointed words, she reminded me that love "does not seek its own" (1 Corinthians 13:5) and that all of my excuses were meaningless.
     Paul admonishes his readers to literally "redeem" the time they have been given (Ephesians 5:15). The word "redeem" means to exchange one thing for another, and since we have our children for only a limited period of time, how are we using that time and what are we exchanging for it? Surely providing for our families (1 Timothy 5:8) involves more than just material necessities. Am I providing love, security, a good example, encouragement, discipline, spiritual leadership, affection, affirmation, and undivided attention?
     To this day, whenever I am tempted to selfishly focus on my own perceived needs at the expense of my children or am distracted from my God-given parental duties, the words of that precious 4-year-old child still ring in my ears: "But Daddy, it’s your job!" That’s all the prompting I need to readjust my focus and get back on track.
     Thank you Lord for our children, from whom we learn so much!
–Kevin L. Moore

*Inspired by my oldest daughter Loren.

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