Thursday, December 2, 2010

YOU'VE GOT TO HEAR THIS!

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When I was a child and we would have family over for the holidays, there were two tables set up. One was for the adults…and the other was for the kids. Of course, those of us at the kids table always wanted to sit at the adult table. We always felt marginalized at the kids table. This would become even more humiliating to us as we entered into our teenage years….how dare they make me sit at the kids table…I’m not a kid any longer…I’m 13!

As the years passed, so did the kids table, until one day I found myself at the adult table and my kids were now sitting at the kids table. As I looked at my kids, I wondered what the hurry was for. The conversation at the adult table did not seem to be nearly as entertaining as what was going on at the kids table. No one at the adult table was putting olives on the ends of their fingers! No one at the adult table was making a lake of gravy in the middle of their mountain of mashed potatoes! Or pretending that the gravy running down the side of the mountain of mashed potatoes was molten lava about to destroy the village made of cranberry sauce. And no one at the adult table was eating a turkey leg while pretending to be an ancient barbarian!

This whole idea of separation seemed to be merely for the sake of convenience for the adults. I understand there may be space issues, and such, but mostly it often seems as if the adults don’t want the kids to enter into the adult conversations that they are having…and while there is a time and place for adult conversation…it hardly seems to me that the best time and place is the holiday dinner table.

As adults, we need to spend this time when our families are together, sharing our lives with our children. Sharing our family history together. And most of all, sharing the Lord, His Word and what He has done in our lives together.

Psalm 18:3-4 expresses this: “things we have heard and known
and that our fathers have passed down to us. We must not hide them from their children, but must tell a future generation the praises of the LORD, His might, and the wonderful works He has performed.”

I come from a family of believers in Christ (on my Mothers side), and yet rarely did I hear any stories of how the Lord worked in her family. Her Dad (my grandfather), was a preacher and a pastor, and yet I don’t remember her ever sharing a sermon he preached, a revival she saw, or an answer to prayer they experienced. The results of this lack of sharing what the Lord had done resulted in a salvation experience for me that was limited to church. Church is where Christians went. Church is what Christians did. Church is where God was. There was life outside of church, and that was yours, and then there was church life and that belonged to God.

It took me years to come to the point that what I had with Jesus was not a religion but a relationship. It took me years to come to the place where I understood that my whole life was to be offered up to the Lord as an act of worship. It was years before I realized that I did not need to come back to church, but that I needed to come back to Jesus. Once I was back with Jesus, well, church took care of itself.

This year, when you gather with the family, even if you have to have a kids table and an adult table…take time to share what the Lord has done in your life. Take time to sing the praises of the Lord. Take time to tell of the wonderful works that He has done.

In fact, why wait for the holidays? Why not make it a tradition to share every day with our children something that God has done?

Excuse me now, I’ve got to go….kids come here…you’ve got to hear this, did I ever tell you about the time the Lord…….


Pastor Dave

2 comments:

brenda said...

This makes me want to find out about all those old stories even more!

Pastor Dave said...

Bren, we need to get some stories from Betty and Patsy...while we still can! Love ya sis.