in the paper this morning is a story about a 4 year old that drowned in a bathtub last night in south pasadena. it reminded me a bit about when our friend found his son floating face down in a pool days before leaving for the mission field. those were questioning days for them. is the Lord telling them they should stay? is the devil resisting them because they must go? the boy made a miraculous recovery and they went, and they have done much to further the Gospel in that country.
last weekend, i was almost in tears as i read this (from phillip yancey’s book “Prayer”):
Charles Edward White, a college professor in the state of Michigan…listened to these and other accounts of missionaries who had come to Nigeria in full awareness of the dangers, and of their children who had no such choice and succumbed to those dangers. He imagined the sorrow of the households that no longer heard the happy cries of a three-year old, that lost a first grader just as she was learning to read.
The graveyard at Miango tells us something about God and about his grace. It testifies that God is not a jolly grandfather who satisfies our every desire. Certainly those parents wanted their children to live. They pled with God, but He denied their request.
The graves also show us that God is not a calculating merchant who withholds his goods until we produce enough good works or faith to buy his help. If anyone had earned credit with God, it would have been these missionaries. They left all to spread the gospel in a hostile environment. But God does not hand out merit pay.
Not only do we learn about God’s nature from the Miango graveyard, but we also discover truths about His grace. God’s grace may be free, but it is not cheap. Neither purchasing our salvation nor letting us know of the gift was inexpensive.
Beginning with Abel, many of the witnesses to divine grace sealed their words with their blood. Jesus asked the Jews which of the prophets was not persecuted? When he first sent out his disciples, he promised them betrayal and death. Then, at the end of his ministry, he promised his followers that as they carried his word, they would face trouble and hatred.
“The only way we can understand the graveyard at Miango,” White concluded, “is to remember that God also buried his Son on the mission field.”
For a missionary couple who stand beside a mound of earth in the garden in Nigeria, no logical explanation of unanswered prayer will suffice. They must place their faith in a God who has yet to fulfill the promise that good will overcome evil, that God’s good purpose will, in the end, prevail. To cling to that belief may represent the ultimate rationalization - or the ultimate act of faith.
as the days draw nearer to fostering, i think of more and more reasons to bail on it. and i’m not talking about the easy excuses like comfort and such. they are mostly thoughts about how this may affect my son. am i doing the right thing by putting him in harms way? people always ask me if i’m prepared for the heartache of a foster child returning to their family. but what about G? he will hurt too and he can’t reason it out. even worse, it’s not not even his choice. i am choosing his life and his pain for him. in all honesty, my stomach is in butterflies even now.
but how do i teach my son to love people and to sacrifice without modeling that myself? how do i teach him that others are more important if i don’t lead the way?
my prayer is that God will use these experiences to make Christianity real to him. my prayer is that G’s connection with God will not be theoretical philanthropist mumbo-jumbo. i want him to meet God in full and experience all the highs and lows of knowing the One that lived them too. Jesus walked through the valley of the shadow of death and He feared no evil.
i am not advocating placing your children in harm per se. but in this world of evil, choosing good has its inherent dangers. as parents, we cannot let that stop us. remember when tolstoy said “all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing”? we impede the movement of the Gospel when we cower in a corner afraid of the “what if’s”.
i fear G growing up with no real understanding of living out the Truth more than i fear any potential scars. i fear him looking at me as an adult and telling me to my face that he reads the Bible and sees something different in there than he saw in our home. mostly, i fear him becoming a kid who knows more about the Bible than about living it.
parents, lead the way. don’t punk out and let the devil have his victory. in your homes “preach the gospel, and if necessary, use words.”