Prompted by the pastor’s sermon, we left church on Sunday morning and I told my family that I wanted to do something with the message.
Although most of you don’t know my family, maybe you can imagine how your family would typically react to such an announcement. Would your family all just have a beautiful Kumbaya moment in the middle of the church parking lot? I didn’t think so but hey, it would be nice, huh? I did not observe such an inspirational reaction from my crew.
So what did I say? I said that by dinnertime, I wanted us to share at least two things that God was asking us to do.
The response I got in return was less than overwhelming. The Hubs was the only one who seemed moderately interested in giving an answer anytime in the near future. Twenty-six years of marriage, he is finally catching on! 😉
As we sat around the dinner table that evening, tension filled the room. “Maybe Mom will just forget about the thing she asked us to do,” I believe would be a correct interpretation of the mood and for a second, I really did question going there with such a tepid crowd.
But I felt a nudge in my heart. After an initial burst of irritation on their part, what ensued was the coolest conversation this mom, the Hubs, an orange hair, freckle face olive shoot and a Brazilian exchange student could possibly have on a chilly autumn night in November. Clearly, the Lord was calling each of them to do something very specific and personal. My soul responded with a flutter listening to these men ranging from 16 to 51 give sincere answers.
So maybe I’m a glutton for punishment because last night, I decided to press the question again. Asking two hungry, tired, homework-laden teenagers anything other than “Can you pass me the salt?” is dangerous, borderline stupid. Pushing them to offer deep spiritual insight into their lives immediately after finishing a hard practice for Varsity basketball is not for the fainthearted so be forewarned.
But that’s what I did. I’m a Ranger Mom, after all. I have an inner strength.
It’s a good thing I was sitting down because the answers last night stirred me like a savory spaghetti sauce. My Brazilian OS shared things that made us all think we really needed to pray for these things which weighed heavy on his heart. I could empathize in many ways which is funny considering there are many (obvious) differences between us.
And I was equally blessed hearing about the courageous thing the Hubs had done with a friend. He is risking decades of a friendship to speak truth into a man’s life. May this man have the ears to listen and the humility to change!
But what caused my mouth to fall agape was Ike’s response.
His shoulders hunched over and Ike shook his head like he had been fighting something.
Then he told us what God had told him to do.
It agonized him to even share it, so difficult was the task.
During school that day, the teacher asked the students to think and pray for someone who didn’t know the Lord. This is permissible in a private Christian school and it was in no way an awkward thing though you might disagree. They did not do this out loud and it made sense for the content the teacher was covering.
And the individual the Lord gave Ike to pray for was not a safe or popular name. Ike finished his grilled cheese sandwich and spoke the name. While in class, my youngest OS shared that he wrestled with the Lord because his flesh didn’t want to do it.
You see, the person God told him is a person who has caused our family great harm and pain. When Isaac told me his name, I closed my eyes in disbelief because I am not as honorable a person as my son.
Just between us, I have prayed for this person but mostly just for vengeance and judgement. Trust me, I have good reason to want these things though I do hold out a sliver of hope every now and then.
But my son was obedient. Prompted by the Holy Spirit, my youngest OS, came to Jesus asking for this person’s salvation. Ike said that it was the only thing that could possibly change the horrible circumstances we are experiencing.
The equally fascinating thing is that I have been keeping up with a prayer journal. Yesterday, with absolutely NO foreknowledge of what Ike was doing at school, I also prayed for those people in my family who do not know Jesus as Lord. Several names came to mind but this person didn’t entered my thoughts.
So tonight I’m still floored – at the family I have been given, the God we serve, the way He speaks into hearts in undeniable ways.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? May the Lord give you insight and great purpose! May He surprise you with strength and compassion wherever you are! Take a look again at this amazing quote from A.W. Pink, isn’t it thought-provoking!
Love this post…the road to forgiveness has been more personal, harder, and a struggle unlike anything I have experienced before since Mama died.
The person in question was not an enemy, but I felt betrayal like Jesus must have felt with Judas and it was very hard, even with daily prayer, to get past the anger that started building with this person and his wife before Mama’s death, culminated in a series of events surrounding her death, and lingered for months afterward.
It was complicated and I knew that. But the raw emotion of betrayal was the hardest thing I’ve ever fought to overcome and forgive. But with prayer and God’s help, I was finally able to translate my forgiveness into a tangible act of reconnecting with this person in a loving, accepting, and completely forgiven way.
It took more than a year on my part. The hardest part was knowing that the person I had to forgive was completely unaware that he’d done anything to offend. I also knew, no matter how I tried to explain the offenses to him, that he would not understand them. There was simply no way to remedy the breach face-to-face.
Yet, to be at one with God and Jesus Christ, I knew that the burden of remedy lay with me because I understood the offense and it was up to me to forgive it whether anyone else understood it or not. I finally did.
It was easier than I imagined it would be. Probably because I was the only one suffering under the burden of offense and unwillingness to repair it.
Good lesson for me. Let a lot of stuff go. In the end, it’s our relationship with God and Jesus Christ that matters…from that flows everything else.
Wow, I’m so honored by your comments. This disease has attempted to destroy my family. The person my son prayed for is directly responsible for much of that pain. Without Jesus and His strength, I’m not sure where we’d be. I look forward to staying in touch with you. God bless you!
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P.S. I do things like that to my family too 😉
I’d love to hear about that! I bet your family has great conversations!