What if, instead of passing on the faith, we encouraged our children to play with the faith that God has given to them in order to love it into greater vitality?
Every year around this time, my family and I head to the fall fair in the village where my father grew up. It's become a family tradition in the past few years, and every year my family and I take a look at the list of competitions to see what we might want to enter—baking, hand-made cards, and other handicrafts. A few years ago, as we were looking at the different categories, we came across the "Grandma's Linen Closet" category and I started thinking about a small white box tucked inside my bedroom closet. In it are three dresser scarves that my grandmother lovingly stitched many years ago. Before she died, she gave the dresser scarves to my parents, who passed them on to my wife and me when we got married. I spent more time than I probably should have thinking about whether or not to enter these scarves in the fair, but in the end I decided not to enter them because I was worried that someone would spill ice cream on them or that they'd get torn on a sharp object as they were being put up and taken down for display. So they remained in that box, safe from ice cream and hidden nails.
When I think about passing on the faith, I'm reminded of these dresser scarves that were passed down through the generations of my family. Link to full article
This post may be my favorite thus far. I hadn't really thought about the idea of keeping faith in a box, as opposed to really living with it. The Velveteen Rabbit analogy is especially beautiful and perfect -- it further inspires me to help and encourage my daughter make her faith her own...
ReplyDeleteI agree - glad you enjoyed it!
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