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Topic: Service (12/21/03)

TITLE: In His Service
By Sandra DeHoogh


I glanced across the room and my eye caught a tiny apprentice person perched on a chair, round with baby fat and full of charm. Most children have an inbred inability to evaluate how to use a chair in the purpose it was designed for and she was no exception as she was kneeling up slumped over the back rest and swinging the swivel chair from side to side. She was dripping wet from swimming in the pool, her blonde hair clung to her round face and podgy cheeks. Her smile was beaming showing a mouthful of baby teeth, her eyes danced as they met with mine and she realised that she had my full audience. My heart jumped and then melted as she worked me with her giggle. With no words spoken, and with no inhibitions she ministered to my heart far greater than any counsellor could ever do and in less time and cost.

I refocussed my mind to search for any familiarity with this child, to search for who she was and what made her unique. I wondered if I could possibly find any claim to have a bond with this beautiful spirit or maybe to even find evidence of having had some influence in moulding who she was. She was so cute, and innocent, and edible. She was so strong, and individual, and knowing. She was my daughter! But there was so much about her that I didn’t know, things that were distant and unfamiliar.

“Wook at me Mummy” she ordered. Mummy! How rewarding that felt I wondered if I had really fulfilled this title. Had I done her justice for the position I held? Have I served any of my children like God had designed mums to nurture their young? Oh sure. I have washed their clothes, fed them, kissed their boo boo’s, played, hugged, and taught them all the stuff they need to know to survive,loved them to bits and encouraged a pretty shiny character to package the whole parcel. But that is so trivial. What about their very soul, their eternal destiny. Am I to be an accomplice to their eternal damnation. So what if it is through being blinded by the world or naive or through lack of Godly action. Even if responsibility was taken from me for these pitiful excuses, could I live with the fact that my children were going to be taken from me forever into an eternity of horror?

They may be ahead in math and accomplished musicians and read all kinds of literature way beyond their peers but that means squat to their eternal destination. They may be brushed, scrubbed and dressed to look like they stepped out of an add for Target apparel with polished manners and character to match. But this too could be just surface and just like rearing a bunch of trained seals having no reflection on their heart; their true soul. They could even give lip service of dozens of Bible stories and memorise chapters of His word but unless it touches and changes their heart, it’s useless. A lot of attention is given to maintaining their bodies but it’s their hearts that are the real life.

Oh, Father, show us how to change our children’s hearts so they can see you. See you and fall in love. Enough to crave you constantly, to search for you and want to know you personally and intimately with an urgency. This is true parenting; to get our children’s trust and hearts and give them back to God.

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L.M. Lee01/01/04
I love the images of God that Jesus painted for us to help us understand. Someone once told me a child is mature, when the parent no longer has to tell them what to do, because they do it naturally.