God gave us children for a reason. With this gift comes tremendous responsibility and unending watchfulness. No one wants to find that their child is being harmed in any way, but how do you move forward once you do?
The Bible instructs believers in the proper submission to authority. This type of submission speaks first and foremost of respectful and honoring behavior toward those in authority, even those who are evil. Romans 13:1 states that "there is no authority except by God's appointment." (NET) The next verse cautions that to resist such authority is tantamount to "resisting the ordinance of God." (NET Rom 13:2)
This in no way means that you do nothing. Scripture does contend that a believer may act contrary to authority if the authority is commanding evil. And if the authority is allowing the perpetration of evil?
Children are a gift entrusted to us by God.
What would you do if you found out your child was being bullied by a trusted adult?
What if someone in authority instructed you to do nothing?
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Saturday, September 1, 2012
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
While They Are Young
One of the best things about teaching in a Christian School is the morning prayer time with the staff. Last week, during this special time, I was shocked to learn that Jenessa Byers had lost her battle with cancer. This sweet little girl was only eight years old.
Despite the fact I have never met her, and my connection to her is precarious at best, I cried. And cried some more.
Her story reminded me that God has gifted me with two children for the time he designed. Some days I feel sorry for myself because I missed those precious years when they were infants and toddlers. Of course my son was little more than a toddler, but that time passed far too quickly. As does every day since.
While they are young: I will dance with them in the rain.
While they are young: I will play steamroller with my son.
While they are young: I will braid my daughter's hair.
While they are young: I will play puppy with my son.
While they are young: I will listen to girl's stories.
While they are young: We will make snowmen in the yard.
While they are young: I will read bedtime stories every night.
Before it is too late.
Despite the fact I have never met her, and my connection to her is precarious at best, I cried. And cried some more.
Her story reminded me that God has gifted me with two children for the time he designed. Some days I feel sorry for myself because I missed those precious years when they were infants and toddlers. Of course my son was little more than a toddler, but that time passed far too quickly. As does every day since.
While they are young: I will dance with them in the rain.
While they are young: I will play steamroller with my son.
While they are young: I will braid my daughter's hair.
While they are young: I will play puppy with my son.
While they are young: I will listen to girl's stories.
While they are young: We will make snowmen in the yard.
While they are young: I will read bedtime stories every night.
Before it is too late.
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