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Thursday, January 18, 2007
God has no in-laws, either
"God has no grandchildren."

Those of us who grew up in a Christian home have likely heard this statement before. It means that no matter who your parents are, even if they are pillars of the church and examples of faith for thousands, you won't score any points with God because of them. You have to make a personal decision to follow Him and choose for yourself to give your life to Him, not just hang on the coattails of your parents' faith and think that will be good enough.

People who have been raised in the church and prayed 'the prayer' at a very young age often speak about a time in their lives when they had to make their faith their own. During childhood and even into adolescence, it is easy to do the 'right' things when that's just what your family does. It doesn't take much strength to choose to attend church faithfully and have daily devotions when such activities are part of your family's routine. But there inevitably comes a point when you have to choose for yourself who you will serve.

This concept came to my mind last night as I was listening to my husband speak at our weekly youth Bible study. It was questions night, and one of the questions was something about how you knew if you were living the 'proper' Christian life. In the process of answering the question, Big G said something to the effect of that you need to know in your own heart that you are truly following after God with all you are and not just going through the motions.

And something occurred to me. I don't know if I ever actually did make my faith my own.

I was the oldest child in my family, the 'good girl' - at least as far as my parents were concerned! I certainly did my share of stupid things, but for the most part managed to keep it secret and still played the role of the perfect daughter.

I went to Bible school for a year after high school planning to get myself back on track and establish my faith. I did a lot of stupid things that summer before I went away, fully believing that it was 'okay' because I was going away in a month or two to Bible school and would straighten everything out then.

And in a way, I thought I did. I came back from that year having learned a lot and grown a lot. Oh, and with a fantastic new boyfriend (that would be Big G, lol). We got married a couple of years later, and here we are now, eight years down the road, a pastoral family expecting our third child already. And they lived happily ever after.

Except last night it occurred to me that maybe I just swapped one thing for the other - my parents' faith for my husband's faith. That maybe I'm now relying on him to carry me. It was an uncomfortable thought, and one I'm still working through.

God has no grandchildren...and you know what? He doesn't have any in-laws either.

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At February 04, 2007 8:14 PM, Blogger Jessica said...

WOW. That takes a lot of guts to take that hard of look at yourself. Now of course, I don't know, but if you are so cognizant of it, I bet you have a faith of your own...

 

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