How to Explain Hatred

It’s Martin Luther King Day and with the day off I’ve had time to reflect on what today is for. I’ve also had time to ponder the importance of teaching my youngest about Martin Lither King, Jr. and the history he represents.

How do you explain the civil rights movement to a 4 year old who has no concept of such hatred in the world?

How do you tell her that there was a time (not that long ago) that her uncle, an amazing man who loves his wife with everything he has, would have been beaten for looking admiringly at her aunt?

How do you tell her that some of her friends wouldn’t be allowed to go to her preschool? That she would be expected to hate them based on the color of their skin.

She doesn’t see color, not in the way the world does. She doesn’t categorize the importance of people based on the color of their skin, what they have, or who they love.

She simply loves those who love her.

It breaks my heart to know that she will learn, at some point, that there are people in this world who place greater value on the color of your skin rather than who you are as a person.

It is my responsibility as her mother to equip her for encounters with people who have this mindset.

And so rather than explaining hatred,
I will teach her about love.

Loving others regardless of the color of their skin, what they have or who they love.

Loving others when they are less than loving to you.

Loving others who stand for something you’re against.

Those last two are the tough ones. But if I am to be the kind of mother I feel God wants me to be, I have to be examples of those to her as well.

I want her to stand up for what is right but not hate those who are wrong.

Our children aren’t born hating others; it’s something they’re taught.
Parents, as we raise our children, let’s teach them to love before the world teaches them to hate.



A is for amazing love

It is Easter and the meaning of this holiday isn’t something that is new to me.
But I keep thinking about what it was Jesus actually went through. The fact that he knew he was going to die. As a human man, He must have been so scared and yet he remained faithful to God. How many times do I become overwhelmed with fear and forget to turn to Him for help? Or how many times has something I’m going through seem too overwhelming, too painful that I lash out in anger or frustration rather than finding comfort in Him?

I think about the mental picture that comes with what Christ went through. The anticipation of what he knew were to be His last moments.
The humiliation.
The torn flesh.
The pain. Unimaginable pain.

All of that for us. I think of my children and ask myself, “How amazing is a God who could give up his child to save mankind?” I find myself in awe that God was willing to do for me what I, admittedly, would never do for anyone else. Because I look at my kids and I know. I know I could never make that sacrifice. I could not willingly let anyone hurt my child just so screw-ups wouldn’t get what they truly deserved anyway. And then I think, why in the world would someone ever do that for me, (a lowly screw-up)? As much as we hate to admit it, we’re all deserving of the consequences brought on by how we live our lives. But that’s what makes God’s love amazing.

Today, Easter Sunday, we are reminded that we get a second chance. Redemption. Not because we deserve it, but because it was so graciously given to us by a God who loves beyond comprehension.

Happy Easter,

Boy Wonder

I wonder if he knows how amazing he is.
I wonder if he knows how smart & funny & caring he is.
I wonder if he knows how much I love his imagination & talent for creating things.
I wonder if he knows that out of all the boys in the world,
God gave me him; How lucky am I?!
I wonder if he knows I love him with all my heart & soul,
even though I never carried him in my belly.
And in a world that can make a person feel invisible,
I wonder if he knows just how much he matters.

I hope I tell him enough. I hope I show him enough.
So he will know.