I’d like to say a very deserving “Happy Birthday” to my lovely mom. On Friday we were able to enjoy a wonderful day of festivities. Whitney and I ‘surprised’ mom at work with a bouquet of balloons and a Starbucks Frappaccino. Later that evening we all ventured out to Downtown Norfolk for a celebratory dinner and a time of gift-giving.
I am so thankful for a wonderful mother. Not only is she responsible for my Armenian good looks but she has been a consistent, godly influence in my life. As I get older I realize how rare it is to have a mom who devoted her time and energy into raising her children to know and love Jesus. She has demonstrated herself to be faithful and caring, a woman of prayer and love. In many American churches the accolades of service and ministry are often directed to the “Christian celebrities” when, in reality, faithful parents (such as mom) deserve the credit.
For many it might be hard to see how the tedious day-to-day activities of motherhood relate closely to the gospel, but the two are intertwine. A few years ago I sang a song to my mom on Mother’s Day. A particular verse from that song seems appropriate at this point:
To be a mother and a wife
Is a heavy load to bear
And so you gave your life away
Like the God inside your heart
My wife and I have no kids. Until we do, we plan on showering an inordinate amount of affection on our puppy (we call her a puppy even though she’s two years old). Here is a nice slideshow of our little girl.
Her name, by the way, is Freckles and she is a Border Collie (i.e., too smart for her own good) mutt. We got her from an animal rescue agency in North Carolina.
This will be my turn to brag a little about my dad. He is the most talented musician I have ever met. However, I have watched him sacrifice personal acclaim for the service of Jesus. This past Sunday night he taught from Psalm 118 at his church. If you are familiar with SBC churches you might understand how rare it is to find a “Music Minister” who is genuinely qualified and gifted to be a pastor.
When I was in high school I was tired of “church.” I was sick of people who called themselves Christians and demonstrated the opposite in their living. It was only the consistent example of my parents at home and in public that reassured me that Christianity was for more than just “show.” My dad has always modeled a servant’s heart, a scholar’s mind, and genuine commitment to the Lordship of Christ in all things.
The Bible is clear that the home is an essential component in the discipleship of children. I once heard a youth pastor say about the role of the church, “we can’t fix in four hours what you screw up in seven days.” Maybe not the most sensitive statement, but definitely true. Parents provide the framework for Christianity and the way they live and parent will either affirm or deny the legitimacy of the gospel in the life of their children.