by JORDAN HARRELL
A couple of years ago, I was driving to my parents’ house down a neighborhood street. My kids Charlee and Hattie were in the backseat, whining I’m sure. As we approached my parents’, I noticed an elderly woman, probably in her 80s, walking down the street the same direction we were headed. In each arm, she toted a grocery bag, presumably from the convenience store a couple of blocks back. She was noticeably exhausted, walking with a limp, pausing every few feet to catch her breath.
Since we were going pretty slow, I had a good 30 seconds to make a decision. She clearly needed a ride. But I had my 3-year-old and 1-year-old in the car with me. What if she’s dangerous? What if that’s not really milk in her bag but a bomb? What if she’s pretending to walk with a limp but she’s actually a 25-year-old man in disguise? I have kids in the car. My kids’ safety always comes first.
I passed her. I passed an 80-year-old woman with a limp carrying two bags of groceries.
We’ve all been there, haven’t we? We see someone in need or we feel the Spirit pulling us to speak to someone, but then something gets in the way.
Thankfully, that day God grabbed me by the neck and I headed back to help her.
Ashamedly, I swung a U and invited her into the passenger seat. She was so grateful and so precious. I took her about a half-mile down the road to a little shack, couldn’t have been much bigger than my living room, the grass taller than my kids. She gushed her thank yous and crept to the door.
That was the first time I realized what my “something” is: I loved my kids more than I loved Jesus, more than I loved bringing his Kingdom down to this earth.
That was the first (but not last) time I realized my family was my idol.
The Gospel According to Our Idols
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the gospel the story of a man that lived in the middle of an affluent neighborhood and hung out with mostly Jews? I mean, he was still pretty nice to the Gentiles, but wouldn’t have pursued a deep relationship with them. Isn’t it about how he really loved all the religious people who went to church all the time?
And I’m pretty sure he tried not to associate with too many people that would “ruin his witness.”
Actually—hopefully you already know—this isn’t the Gospel of Jesus. This is the Gospel of cultural idols.
Jesus’ Gospel Kills Our Idols, Even Idols of Family
The true Gospel is about a man who calls us to sell out. Sell everything. Leave our families. He even says we have to love Him more than our mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers.
Yes, Jesus want us to love Him more than our families.
What does it mean to raise children, to grow a family when I just want to tuck them under my wing and protect them from the whole world? Should I protect them from all the outsiders, the no-gooders, the “least of these”?
Raising children can be terrifying. Not only because this world is scary and the responsibility is huge, but because at some point Christian parents got the formula wrong. And kids aren’t buying it anymore.
Maybe that’s because they realized they couldn’t believe in something they’ve never seen. Sure, they’ve seen church. But maybe they’ve never seen God. How could they? They’ve been tucked under our wings the whole time.
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