When I think about my childhood and religion, the words “don’t ruin your witness” come to mind. My parents didn’t say those things to me, it was well meaning people from the church. This may surprise you, but I was a bit of a wild one. I always loved people well. I never did anything to harm people on purpose. I was just a little feral. I remember feeling guilt and shame for things that I did and sin that I chose as a teenager and young adult. The condemnation never felt like it came from the Lord, it came from churchy folks. I remember thinking how much He loved me while I was smack dab in the middle of my sin. I remember thinking when Jeremy (my first husband that passed away) and I lived together, that once we got married, I would finally be able to be the Christian that I knew I was supposed to be because I would no longer be “living in sin”. That was true for about 2.5 seconds until my Aunt Becky said something smart-mouthed at my wedding. Then, in an instant, my sin of choice was the thoughts I had towards her. It didn’t take me long into my sanctification process to realize that in my human nature, sin is gonna be a part of life. That doesn’t mean that I want it to be that way, it doesn’t mean that I strive for that. It just means that it is a reality. Grace covers me every day, in ways I don’t even realize.
I pray for my kids. We have four. I see the things that they do, and the struggles they have. I see the struggles that are out on full display and I also know that there are hidden sins and struggles they deal with.
This morning, as I was praying for my boys, asking the Lord to protect them, I suddenly remembered all the churchy sayings. Sometimes those things come to mind and I want to say them to my kids, then I remember His grace. I remember that through all of the things that I did, and sometimes still do…Jesus has always been there with me. I prayed out loud “Lord help me with this kid!”, and very quickly, as if He were speaking to me I was reminded of the very same things that I was guilty of when I was his age. I’m not condoning anything, I’m not thinking that it is OK, I’m just remembering how He loved me through my different seasons in life. That was a comfort to me because I do get panicked when I think about our kids and how they live their lives and how they may “ruin their witness” so to speak, but the truth is, if it wasn’t for my sin I wouldn’t understand Grace, if it wasn’t for forgiveness, if it wasn’t for Jesus, paying for my sin, I would not have a witness. I cannot witness to being The good girl all the time, I cannot be a witness that I always made the right choices, I cannot be a witness that all the things religious folks considered “good”was ever in my nature. What I can be a witness to is that Jesus Carried me through all of it, He loved me through all of it and He still does. He never left me even when I was consciously making sin choices and He never denied my forgiveness when I asked Him to forgive me with a sincere repentant heart.
So I may not pass down generational wealth, I probably won’t even pass down good genetics, but what I can tell you is that I will pass down generational grace. I will tell my kids, and apparently anyone who will listen, that because of His sacrifice on the cross and His grace, I am forgiven, chosen, and deeply loved.
