Verses that I've been thinking a lot on the last few months as I've had the honor of viewing a lot of criticism from one Christian to another and criticism from Christian individuals to churches both in our locality here and in the public arena of Christianity.Reading and browsing blog land, it is easy to find criticism on any number of subjects, from big name speakers to parenting techniques to authors of books. Basically, it doesn't matter who you are or what wisdom God has or has not given you, someone out there disagrees with you and makes it their business to blog about it. Most likely another Christian. Unfortunately.
It is the whole mentality of "let me show you how wrong you are and how right I am" - the basic sinful issue of pride disguised under any number of nobler titles and labels. Some of the subject matter I've read on "Christian" blogs or heard spoken of in person makes me embarrassed by association of calling myself a Christian.
What does this subject have to do with cultivating home, parenting, and marriage?
Part of my job as a Mama is to give my children a correct filter through which to view the world and the Christian community. Sean and I often use the guideline of Luke 6:43-46.
We teach our children that God's people are best known by their fruit - the good stuff coming from their lives. Everyone has fruit, we teach them. Some of it is no good, like when you buy a bag of oranges from the store and there's that one squishy one that's growing blue fuzz hidden inside. Some of it is wonderful, like a ripe, juicy pineapple.
I want my children to have discernment. To see that wearing the title of Christian unfortunately doesn't guarantee truth any more that the label of Chiquita guarantees you a perfectly wholesome banana.
"Annaliese, are you treating your brother the way God wants you to?" I might ask.
"Kids, will people in this store be able to tell that Jesus is a part of our family by the way we act and treat each other?"
Two questions that could also be posed to the general Christian assembly.