"Free Range" Living Isn't All It's Cracked Up to Be: Pioneer Files

 

Chickens are awesome. 

They're practically the perfect creatures. In exchange for food and water, they produce eggs for breakfast and great fertilizer for the garden. If they're "free range" chickens, they also provide bug control. Though they will peck each other to death, they're generally mild-mannered around humans.

Just don't fence them in. 

Poultry have a big problem accepting boundaries. They were hatched to be free and will exploit every weakness in your defenses for an opportunity to run amok through your flowers. They can dig under and fly over every fence known to man if given half a chance. If allowed to roam, they will ravage the herb garden, uproot up the new mums, rearrange the ground cover, transfer the new mulch from the flower bed to the driveway, and taste just a bit of each tomato on the vine - unless it a ripe one. 

That one they will devour.

They favor freshly-painted decks and door mats upon which to do their business, though they're not above depositing a little surprise in the grass for you to find when you go out at sunset to close them in. 

An enemy is always watching...

Our particular little flock of barred Plymouth rock hens love to dig under the fence separating their pen from the canyon behind us. They have hefty claws that make short work of a piece of property. If they break through, they will spend a lovely day harvesting the bugs and weed seeds in our neighbor's pasture until time to slip back under the fence at twilight. 

One sunny morning I heard a commotion at the hen pen. I ran out in my pajamas and robe to find they had once again escaped into the field. All except one were frantically scooting back under the fence into the pen, squawking in a cacophony of alarm. Another strange, louder shriek overrode their protests.

Then I saw it.

In the field, a red-tailed "chicken" hawk had one hen trapped against the fence separating our properties. 

I grabbed a nearby shovel we use for such emergencies and confronted him, yelling as I approached. 

He held his ground, wings outstretched to their limit as he met my challenge.

For a moment, I wavered. What if he turned on me?

It seemed there was no other way to save her. I advanced toward him, waving the shovel like a sword and shouting like a wild woman in my robe and slippers. As I got closer, I realized he didn't actually have the hen in his claws. He had her trapped between his legs as he gripped the wire on either side of her. 

Thankfully, he didn't call my bluff, finally relenting in a stir of wings as he flew off.

The hen lost no time finding her way back under the fence to safety.

Later, I examined her and found no sign of injury. 

 

 Boundaries protect us.

It's simply not safe for the chickens out of their pen in our neck of the woods. We've lost chickens to owls, hawks, and coyotes over the years. One year I discovered a coyote dashing across our deck with a hen in its mouth.  Chickens might not like being penned in, but we can't explain to them that we're keeping them safe. They don't understand our language.

Thankfully, we know the language of God.

One of the most sorrowful verses in the Bible is found in Jesus' moving words to the people in Matthew 23:27: 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were unwilling.

How God longs to care for His people! He is neither harsh taskmaster nor uncaring judge. 

Chicks are fragile. They need just the right amount of warmth and nurturing to survive. If you've ever seen how a mother hen hovers over her chicks, you can understand the self-sacrifice and constant care it takes. 

God yearns to care for us in this same way. This care includes boundaries to keep us out of danger. Oh, how we chafe at the cage separating us from unbridled freedom! How we pull at the leash on our lives.

Is God unkind? Oblivious to our needs? A cruel slave master? 

If you've spent many decades in the yoke, thank heaven for that. If you never had the chance to sow your wild oats or run free, praise your Father in heaven. He has saved you many times over from your Self, and Self is the worst master of all. Self gratification is never satisfied and will keep you chained forever to the carrot dangling just out of your reach.  

 

Thank the Lord that He never abandoned you to the free range, where the landscape is filled with vipers and vultures. 

You are just where you belong. Learn to love and appreciate the wires barring you from destruction. Let God lavish His dreams and hope for you upon your tired heart. Rest under His wings. Find the rest in real freedom.

Pioneer Files: Tell Yourself This on the Hard Days - A Homeschooling Veteran Speaks

 

Mayflower vans and vague memories

Some girls dream of being the first woman president or an astronaut. My young childhood memories consisted of random mental snapshots of places we lived as my father chased a career in broadcasting. Even as a child, I dreamed of a life without a Mayflower van packed with everything we owned sitting in the driveway. 

I wanted a real home, to be a wife and mom. I dreamed of roots, planted deep into something solid and real and secure. When I found my prince, married at eighteen, and began our family, my life felt complete.

A people-watcher and student of human nature from a young age, I figured my stints at babysitting and the trials of having a younger brother had sufficiently prepared me for parenthood. Also, I read Dr. Spock's book Baby and Child Care. That sealed the deal.

I was set.

A better word would be "deluded."

Little brothers are challenging, for sure. And babysitting had taught me to change a diaper. Nothing I'd experienced in my short life, though, had truly prepared me for motherhood. 

Growing a new life into adulthood is the most beautiful experience in the world. The surprise is learning that parenting doesn't have an expiration date. As I had four more children and continued to grow up into my role as a wife and mom, I often found myself watching my parents wade through the seasons of loss and rebirth in their family.

I began to rethink this whole parenting thing. Not in the way of wanting to quit. 

Realizing that parenting is never over.

As much as it hurt to see my folks' struggles and pain, I realized they were blazing the path ahead for me, as they had always done. The next generation learns how to live - and die - by watching the generation before them.

Learning from their mistakes.

Making new ones of our own.

Finding Jesus, the Father's heart, and the way home through it all.

Just for you today

Some things about parenting get easier over the years. Some things get harder. For sure, new challenges arise just as we conquer the old ones. 

If life's been especially hard lately, it's time for a little break. Stop beating yourself up for your real or perceived failures. Pour yourself a cup of coffee, go to a quiet place (if that's possible), and soak in these ten Scriptures from the Father's heart for you. Remember He loves you, He's fighting for you, and it's going to be okay.

Ten Things to Tell Yourself on the Hard Days

And looking at them, Jesus said to them, “With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

Matthew 19:26

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the eagerly awaiting creation waits for the revealing of the sons and daughters of God.

- Romans 8:18-19

He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness For the sake of His name.

- Psalm 23:3 

 

She has done what she could.... 

- Mark 14:8 

 

And who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?

- Esther 4:14 KJV

 

How precious also are Your thoughts for me, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sand.

- Psalm 139:17-18 

 

For God is not unjust so as to forget your work and the love which you have shown toward His name, by having served and by still serving the saints.

- Hebrews 6:10 

 

For His anger is but for a moment,

His favor is for a lifetime;

Weeping may last for the night,

But a shout of joy comes in the morning.

 - Psalm 30:5

 

Like a shepherd He will tend His flock, In His arm He will gather the lambs  And carry them in His bosom; He will gently lead the nursing ewes.

- Isaiah 40:11 

I will raise my eyes to the mountains;

From where will my help come?

2 

My help comes from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth.

3 

He will not allow your foot to slip;

He who watches over you will not slumber.

4 

Behold, He who watches over Israel

Will neither slumber nor sleep. 

 Psalm 121:1-4

 

Create Your Own Book of Treasures

 

Like apples of gold in settings of silver,
Is a word spoken at the proper time.

- Proverbs 25:11  

Because I lost my mother at an early age, reaching the ripe old age of seventy last year was a bit of a triumph. Now that my father is gone, the realization has hit - as my brother recently told me - our generation is "queued up" to be next at the finish line. A rough patch of health issues and family trials has me understanding a lot more about my dad's penchant for nostalgia and his wistful recounting of the old days. I know now why my mother wept for her daddy years after he was gone. 

The love never dies. 

Many times I've longed to revisit the familiar and gentler days in my own life, vignettes dipped in gold, rough edges mercifully softened by time. God is the faithful editor of our life story. He covers the sins, redeems the failures, and restores the brokenhearted. 

I yearn for those I've lost along the way, some of whom are still alive. Others, like my parents, are gone but left a rich heritage behind. My father gave me Mother's study notebooks after her death in 1994, simple spiral-bound notebooks you can find in most discount stores. Along with the careful Bible notes she kept in her beautiful handwriting I found random notes on stray pages: a long-lost phone number, a prayer request from a fellow church member, a grocery list. Orphan Scripture references. 

Notes from daily life recorded in the moment.

Some were quotes or memorable statements of others that had touched her enough to write down, ones like this: 

God accepts you the way you are, but He loves you too much to let you stay that way.

Those books are among my treasures. They are living testaments to the essence of the woman, touching her soul, remembering her spirit, teaching me from beyond the grave. Now that I'm officially an old person, I realize the importance of sharing our hearts with the people we love. 

Give the gift of your soul for those you leave behind.

Last Christmas, my thoughtful eldest daughter gave me a lovely journal. It is a vintage red leather. The color is dark and distressed to appear aged. The blank pages inside have a appearance of being very old, like in the kind of book you might find in a Hobbit library. It's almost too special to write in. I've decided to make it my Book of Treasures. In it I plan to write moments and Scriptures and where my soul is on any given day. Things I want to remember and yearn for my children to know.

This kind of treasure can be just as easily immortalized in a dollar store notebook. Like humans, the gold is not always evident by the outside appearance. It doesn't matter what it looks like on the surface. 

Keeping a journal doesn't have to be lengthy or hard. 

Just write. Small moments. Stray Scriptures that speak to you. Memorable quotes. Events like the baby's first tooth, burying a beloved pet, or saying hello to a new one. Write your spouse's tears or your child's smile and what you cherish about them. One sentence will do. You don't have to be eloquent or wordy.

Share your soul, your spirit, your joys with those who will follow and will need to hear your voice, even if it is from beyond the veil. You never know when your words can give life and hope to someone who desperately needs it.

As hard as it may be for you to imagine now, one day it will become their book of treasures.

Therefore every scribe who has been trained for the kingdom of heaven is like a master of a house, who brings out of his treasure what is new and what is old.

- Matthew 13:52 ESV

Pioneer Files: Sometimes the Glow Is from the Heat

 

While my care was employed in guarding against one fault, I was often surprised by another.

- Ben Franklin

 

Only now let us remember once more that God is to be our portion, and that knowingly and willingly we trust our lives and those of our children to Him; if He fails, we are done for; but how can He fail?

- C.T. Studd to his wife 

One morning she awakened with a sore throat. She and her husband had a disagreement before he left for work. The children were hard to awaken for school and grumpy at breakfast. As she gathered them together around the kitchen table and went through the motions of a prayer time before the day's lessons, a dull headache began to throb behind her eyes. An hour later, she was muddling her way through a page of Algebra I with her irritable teenager when her toddler ran into the room and tripped, dumping an entire glass of milk onto the floor.

It was all too much, and she erupted. She berated both children as she sopped up the mess from the carpet, knowing neither of them deserved it. The little one began to cry. Her teen looked away, reproach written upon his tense face. Stunned by the fierceness of her outburst, she dissolved into tears and retreated to the bathroom, completely undone by the realization she had Failed Again.

This was not what she had imagined it would be like to homeschool. She wondered if her parents were right. Maybe she didn't have the patience to work with her own children. Everyone had warned her that she would ruin them. Was her pride keeping her from doing what was best for the family?

She sank to her knees on the cold bathroom floor and sobbed. Just two words beat against her brain: What now?

 Nobody's perfect here.

Though the story above is fictional, it comes much too close to describing how many days went down during our twenty-four years of homeschooling, not because we didn't care, but because we wanted so much to do it right. Parents who choose to educate their children at home are typically conscientious people who demand much of themselves. They feel intense pressure to "produce," occasionally fueled by the criticism and watchful eyes of family and friends. Having made plain either their spoken or unspoken disapproval of the public school system, they now feel intense pressure to do better.

It's easy to criticize a system, but when that system has been challenged, suddenly it becomes a formidable giant against which to compare one's own efforts.

The usual chores and stresses of life won't automatically recede to make time and energy for the extra effort required for homeschool. No matter how we strive for a flexible and fun schedule, there are going to be days of mental stress, interruptions, and disagreements.

Each child, being fearfully and wonderfully made and all, has been gifted with his own unique personality. Being together for most of the day every day will inevitably reveal personality conflicts of some degree. Problems seething under the surface for some time will suddenly rise to the forefront and blast a hole in a parent's heart. Like a kettle of precious metals over the refiner's fire, the pot often threatens to boil over and those ugly impurities begin to surface.

Is this bad? Not at all! Those impurities were already there, whether we knew it or not. Probably the most surprising thing about homeschooling is what we learn about ourselves. We are also being schooled in the prism of grace. 

The answer to What now is not to run from failure, but to learn from it.

In his letter to the Roman church, Paul explained that within each believer rages two natures at war: the sinless, inner man who has been redeemed by Jesus Christ, and the old man, who operates through the desires of the flesh. The new man does not sin 1. and is tormented by the selfish old man. Our real, redeemed inner souls are released from this corruptible nature either by physical death or the coming resurrection, when we receive a new, incorruptible body. 2.

Until the day of our release, are we doomed to everlasting failure and bondage to the filthy old nature? Of course not! By the daily crucifying ("I die daily") of the old nature, we let the new man reign through Christ.

Thanks to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! There is therefore now no condemnation for those wo are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set you free from the law of sin and of death.

Romans 7:25; 8:1-2

Is this freedom a license to sin? No, but it releases us from the guilt and self-condemnation that rushes in after repentance, when we have disappointed ourselves, our loved ones, and our God. We always have the hope of a fresh beginning, a new day. We can always start again.

The heat is a necessity.

J.C. Brumfield, in his wonderful little booklet Comfort for Troubled Christians, explains how trial is the fire the Holy Silversmith builds under our earthly kettle. This kettle contains two substances, the precious silver, and the worthless dross. As the fires of trouble burn hotter, our Master, like the silversmith, stands near the kettle, watching to ensure the fire never gets too hot. 

In the heat, the dross of our sinful natures separates from the silver and rises to the surface. The Holy Spirit shows us these sins, not to condemn us, but to convict us for righteousness' sake. Each time we repent and turn away from a sin, some dross is skimmed off. Thus we, like the precious metal, are purified.

How did the silversmith of old know when the silver was ready? When he could see his reflection in the surface of the silver. Through the heat of each trial, we are being refined until our very lives shine with the reflection of God's image.3.

For Thou hast tried us, O God; 
Thou hast refined us as silver is refined.

- Psalm 66:10

The refining pot is for silver and the furnace for gold,
But the LORD tests hearts.

- Proverbs 17:3

Take away dross from the silver,
And there comes out a vessel for the smith....

- Proverbs 25:4

Therefore, if a man cleanses himself from these things,
he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified, useful to the Master, prepared for every good work.

- 2 Timothy 2:21

So, what happens now? 

When we mess up, we own up to it, ask for forgiveness, and start again. The lessons learned will far outweigh whatever we could have gained from Algebra I. 

  

1. Romans 7:17, 20

2. 1 Corinthians 15: Romans 8:23

3. J.C. Brumfield, Comfort for Troubled Christians (Chicago, Illinois: Moody Press, 1961), pp. 4-14.

 

Pioneer Files: The Hill We Die On

 

We take captive the rebel mind
Let the fire refine, if we compromise
We jeopardize
Daughters and sons, who they become
Show them the hill that we die on
The fight for the soul, is here and now
While every heart beats like a war drum pounds

"Trenches" by Jeff Lehman

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Rebel Mind

We are destroying arguments and all arrogance raised against the knowledge of God, 

and we are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ....

- 2 Corinthians 10:5

They chant in the streets, wave the flags of racist organizations, and assault people of a different ethnicity. Reminiscent of the Ku Klux Klan marches of the South in 1866 and the Nazi rallies in America in the 1930s, this new wave of hate dirties our cities as society devolves into chaos. Many of these rebels were groomed in the arena of public thought and education while ill-conceived government policies assaulted the family on every front.

Incensed parents have called out errant school boards, principals, and teachers who violated their sacred trust. Many have taken their children out of public school to be tutored privately or homeschooled. 

It's one thing to rail against a broken public education system, though. It's an entirely different challenge to take on the molding of a new generation ourselves. As the public education sector has flamboyantly demonstrated, children do learn what they live...and live what they learn. Home education is an awesome tool for both literacy and character development. 

Then the question remains. What will they learn?

Set the books down for a moment.

One who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, 
And one who rules his spirit, than one who captures a city.

- Proverbs 16:32

Kids are sponges. Almost from the womb they are absorbing their environment. Soon they are mimicking a parent's every move. In the teen years, their individuality asserts itself and they see their parents in a different light. They often become hypercritical of every move a poor parent makes and use our real or imagined flaws to justify their newfound desire to rebel. But they're still watching. 

Since we are all flawed, parents have no chance to get everything right. You can't be the perfect parent. The key here is consistency and choosing your battles. How do you know what battles are the important ones? 

In any war, you can tell the importance of the ground you are on by the amount of resistance you encounter from the enemy. 

Who's your enemy? Not your children, of course. Your enemy is Satan. He really hates relationships and will do everything possible to destroy your relationship with your family. Your dedication to your family is a declaration of war on hell. The devil will fiercely resist you. Expect a lot of bewildering distractions and messy days as God reveals your own weaknesses and the holes in your parenting skills. Expect it, and learn from it. Navigate the stormy waters with humility. Let your children see you work through issues and choose the path of integrity, even if it means a loss for you. They don't need to know every detail of everything happening around you. They just need to see authenticity and tenderness.

What do you want to give your children for eternity? Is it just teaching them to read and write? Is it just creating a safe place for them to grow up? Or is there more?

Choose your hill.

Since your children are watching your every move, give them what counts. Conquer your own rebel mind. Choose righteousness; listen to God; press into your faith. Decide what hill you will die on. Let your family see you making the hard choices. If you cave to pressures to compromise at home or at work, they will only learn there is nothing worth fighting for.

 

You can't create perfect children or give them a perfect life. You can, with God's help, show them how to live; how to bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain, and reach toward heaven through it all.

Pioneer Files: The Greatest Lesson

 

There's one thing our children really need to learn.

Don’t you know that when you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness? 

-Romans 6:16 (NIV)

Through the wonders of DNA, I've learned a lot about my ancestors. I've discovered that many of them came early to this country. Some were bond-servants. Some were slaveowners. Others became share-croppers. Members of my family fought on both sides of the Civil War.

From this mixed and messy lineage I have learned the horrific price our nation paid for the sin of slavery.

One of the most basic human desires is the yearning to live free from oppression. But bondage takes many forms, and it is a terrible thing to be enslaved to our own appetites. Sin creates chains only God can break.

No one has to live this way.

When Jesus Christ was born, the world lay chained to sin. To rescue us, the Creator did the unthinkable. He left the glory of heaven, stepped into His creation, entered time and space, and inhabited a human body. He emptied Himself and purposely became a servant for us, in order to purchase our redemption.

Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men.

- Philippians 2:5-7 (NKJV)

Imagine creating two clay pots, leaving your nice living room to live in one of the pots, and allowing the other pot to break you. 

For Christ, there was much more. As His creation crucified Him, He suffered the deeper agony of God's fury poured upon Him in our place. He didn't have to do it. He cared that much. "For God so loved" is not a trite cliché. It is written in the blood of a God who allowed Himself to be crushed to buy our freedom.

What a great love! What an unthinkable sacrifice! What a gift!

God asks just one thing from us.

He wants our lives.

Because He bought us at such a great price, we rightfully belong to Him. Our surrender must be complete: heart, mind, body, and soul.

This part of the gospel sticks in our collective craws. We like to have our own way without the hassle of accountability. Submission to Christ means giving Him control over everything. There is a personal cost in ridding our lives of the things that dishonor Him in order to wear His name with dignity and live in victory. But how beautiful it is to live in the freedom that comes with serving righteousness instead of our own appetites!

When we make Him Lord of our hearts, we commit our futures to One who is wise and faithful. In the light of His servanthood to His Father during His time on Earth, the sacrifices He asks of us are small. There is joy in giving God our bank account, our home, our time, and our dreams.  

Servanthood to a sovereign like the great I AM is the ultimate freedom.

and He died for all, so that they who live would no longer live for themselves, but for Him who died and rose again on their behalf. 

          - 2 Corinthians 5:15 (NASB)

Our natures rebel at the notion of giving up our rights.

Everyone serves something. We're all slaves to either sin or righteousness. Which we serve determines the course of our lives.  

A slave is bound to serve his master. It doesn't matter how tired he is, or if he has his own needs. As long as his rights lie in the hands of another, he has no say in what happens to him.

Even in this, our God is unique. This sovereign we serve grants us unlimited access to Him. He's available at any hour to hear our petitions or to just talk. He is always listening. Our God is not a cruel taskmaster, though our old nature tells us that when life gets hard. Returning to captivity is never the green pasture it appears, though, and slavery to ourselves is the worst bondage. The Psalmist said it best: 

For a day in Your courtyards is better than a thousand elsewhere.                  I would rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God                  Than live in the tents of wickedness.

- Psalm 84:10 (NASB)

All of us will serve one master or another. Christ offers us freedom from the destruction and guilt of serving ourselves. Serving Him brings joy out of this world.

Where does your allegiance lie? Who do you serve?

But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you have come to obey from your heart the pattern of teaching that has now claimed your allegiance.

- Romans 6:17 (NIV)

Like most families, ours has endured our share of trials and tragedies. Many times we thought we weren't going to make it through the storms of life. I've watched my grown children reach for God in their deepest pain, and I'm convinced we wouldn't have survived had we not clung to the Lord Jesus.

Our lives are perfect, but by His grace we stand today, and by His grace we will serve Him.

There is no better way to live and nothing better you can teach your children. 

Pioneer Files: The Majestic Challenge to Every Parent

 

As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

- Joshua 24:15

When I first began homeschooling, my major fear was that I was going to ruin my children through my lack of teaching credentials. As a child, I had learned to read with Dick and Jane in a little rural Washington school by memorizing words in the reader. There was no rhyme or reason to why a word looked or sounded like it did. I believed the randomness of my education left me unprepared to teach others.

Our books and curricula arrived in the fall of 1982. My husband had insisted I only teach our son at home and put our eldest daughter in a Christian school for the year, expecting, as he admitted later, that I would only survive one year. 

With trepidation I unpacked the materials, plopped them on the table, sat down, and began to read. 

Then I cried. 

Phonics might as well have been a different language. 

There were actual rules on how to break a word into syllables? 

How had I managed to graduate from high school as an honor student and make it through my first year of college prerequisites for nursing? I couldn't even decipher the directions for the lessons. At that moment, I stood at the bank trembling at the new land before me. God told me this was the promised land, but all I could see were the giants.

Looking back now, I'm so thankful I crossed the river.

Free to Choose

It soon became clear that the challenge of homeschooling isn't teaching our children to read and write. It isn't finding the perfect system or books. The battle is living our own lives with integrity and teaching that to our children, in passing on the torch of faith to a new generation. 

The great statesman, reformer, and former slave Frederick Douglass is credited with this poignant reminder of the power of being able to read and write:

Once you learn to read, you will be forever free. 

Literacy puts great power into our hands. No longer chained by the locks of ignorance, we are freed to make our own choices. As Hamlet famously lamented, Ay, there's the rub.

What do we want to be? What will we feed our minds and souls? What are our children learning?

The man who lives without honor will not gain by education.

Three Options 

The nation of Israel wandered forty years in their long journey out of bondage in Egypt before finally crossing the Jordan. With great trepidation they entered this new land of promise. 

One of the two leaders who entered with joy was the warrior Joshua, who also led them to victory in this land from many of their enemies. When he became old, Joshua called the people together and presented them with this challenge:

Now, therefore, fear the LORD and serve Him in sincerity and truth; and put away the gods which your fathers served beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the LORD.

And if it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: Whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

- Joshua 24:14-15

Would they serve the living God, or the gods of this world? These were their choices:

1. The gods of their fathers.
2. The gods of the land in which they now lived.
3. The living God who claimed their souls.

The gods of their fathers were the gods of Egypt, where they lived as slaves and the gods of their forty years in the wilderness. They represented the bondage of a life without the one true Lord. To serve these gods means to live in slavery.

The gods of the land in which they now lived were the idols of the inhabitants of the new land. These represented the pull of the world on us that keeps us distracted from hearing God's voice.

One Decision

Like literacy itself, homeschooling is a great tool through which we gain the freedom to teach our values to our children. But what values are they learning? 

The Israelites were given a bold choice: to serve the idols of this world or the God of the universe. 

This is our choice, as well. If we are serious about living in the land of promise and destroying the schemes of the Destroyer in our homes, we must turn our faces toward heaven. For this choice, we will pay a price.

We may be "counseled," mocked, and misunderstood. We may stand to lose our reputations and the admiration of others. We may lose friends and incur the wrath of our relatives.

Our time will not be ours any longer, and some pet projects will fall by the wayside. We may suffer a loss of income for our choice to stay home and care for our children. There may no longer be the money for the best tennis shoes, jeans or video games. We may lose our health.

Of course, none of this may happen. But what would we do if it did? We should be willing to count the cost of pressing into our faith and making the commitment to home education... and be willing to pay the price, should it come due.

After all, any of these things could happen, anyway. Compromise doesn't guarantee comfort. God intends for us to grow in grace and toward all He has for us. Either way, Joshua's majestic challenge stands before us today. Will we choose the old paths, new idols, or the Lord?

May God be with you in your journey!

 

Pioneer Files: Skeptics and Critics, Part 2

 

When we can ignore the skeptics

After years of moving around the country while my father pursued a career in broadcasting, my folks finally settled on an old homestead overlooking a sprawling river valley in the spring of 1963. My brother and I spent many happy summers at the nearby beaches and quickly learned to respect the river's swift currents.

Swimming against the flow makes a good statement on a t-shirt. Facing a real undertow in the societal tide of public opinion is intimidating.    

Exodus 14:14 (NASB)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The LORD will fight for you while you keep silent.

In the early years of homeschooling, I felt much intimidated by the critics. I eventually realized it’s useless to argue with them or worry about their opinions. The best response is to listen to the criticism, smile, and move on. We don't answer to them. 

Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.

Luke 23:34 (NASB)

The devil would like nothing better than to use a good thing to force a wedge into our relationships and tear them apart. We just have to let go of the urge to defend ourselves and let our actions speak for themselves.

Criticism is a great purifier. It’s one way God gives us a gut check on our motives and goals. Sometimes the questions homeschoolers get asked are valid. Why ARE we teaching our children at home? Are our convictions solid enough to live out on the stage of public scrutiny? 

Yet wisdom is vindicated by her deeds.

Matthew 11:19b (NASB)

The best recommendation we can receive is when others see the Lord Jesus doing a good thing in our lives. A life lived quietly before God can banish criticism better than any argument we can muster. When people see us walk out our faith, they will know our God is real. Then we can rejoice before the Lord when He takes our meager efforts and blesses them.

When we need to listen

Sometimes criticism is rooted in truth, the reaction of others to an unhealthy attitude they see in us. If we act smug or self-righteous, or if we carry around an air of martyrdom because we stay at home and care for our own kids, others may feel resentful and probably for good reason.

Perhaps in the past we have been prone to flit from one “ministry” or "cause" to another without real direction or commitment. In this case, we are going to have to prove we are serious by stepping up to the new challenge in steadfastness and discipline. 

God taught me more through homeschooling than I ever taught my own children.

It’s also important to validate the efforts and love of the many educators that serve in public and private schools. They have a really hard job. We are, after all, co-laborers toward a common goal.

Then there's Noah

Our work with our children, even under the best of conditions, will probably aggravate somebody at some point. Those who aren’t in sympathy with the homeschool movement may feel intimidated by the homeschooler’s role as teacher. Others may feel convicted by a parent’s commitment to his children. Others are just opinionated and need to share that opinion with us.

By faith Noah, being warned by God about things not yet seen, in reverence prepared an ark for the salvation of his household, by which he condemned the world, and became an heir of the righteousness which is according to faith.

Hebrews 11:7

What we’re doing with our children flows from the same heart response that moved Noah to lead his family to salvation. The ark he built represented his faith and obedience to God’s word. He set his sights on completing the job entrusted to him and ignored the criticism and mockery he undoubtedly experienced. He committed himself to the long haul and kept his eyes on the goal.

In the end, his obedience and toil were rewarded. May God take our small, stumbling steps of faith and empower us to walk in that same obedience.

Pioneer Files: Dance with the One that Brung Ya

But to what shall I compare this generation? It is like children sitting in the market places, who call out to the other children and say, "We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn." - Matthew 11:16-17

Skeptics, critics, everybody's watching.

As you embark upon this homeschool journey, you may find dealing with the critics and skeptics one of your first and most emotionally exhausting battles (especially if you are a people-pleaser like me and hate confrontation).

Thankfully, the homeschooling movement is now largely accepted in much of this country and enjoys a large following. But when I first considered homeschooling in 1982, I was met with unanimous disapproval by my family and friends. Not one person thought I was doing the right thing. Some of them took pains to pull me aside to talk some sense into me. Even my husband said the idea was crazy. He was understanding enough, thankfully, to let me try it. My family eventually became my most solid support base and source of help.

The real surprise was the amount of resistance I received from my brothers and sisters in the Lord. Prevailing attitudes about homeschoolers have mellowed, and many churches support home education today. But in the early years, my most bitter criticism initially came from God’s family. I was chastised for not committing to church programs and not being at expected church functions. I was told that my life was unbalanced because I spent my time at home with my children and husband instead of being at all the church activities. 

The criticism may have been well-meaning, but it made a hard decision even harder. It greatly contributed to the stress I already felt as a young mom who was fairly new in my faith and overwhelmed with the challenges of raising four little ones. How desperately I needed an older, wiser hand to lead me forward and encourage me! It would have been awesome just to have known another homeschooler with whom to compare notes and "talk shop." 

I knew of no one. It was a lonely journey for many miles.

Jesus calls the tune to which we dance.

During these early years, God taught me valuable lessons in resisting peer pressure and striving to please Him rather than people. I also learned, mostly through my own mistakes, not to react personally to criticism, and to never see a critical person as my enemy. It never hurts to hear out the critics, be willing to take wise counsel, and respond with grace. Then do what you know God has called you to do.

The journey to educate my own children thoroughly “schooled” me in the ways of God. In the beginning, I quickly learned three important lessons:

• Listen always for the voice of God, even it comes through a critic. Especially if it comes through a critic.
• Ask God if anything in the criticism presents a legitimate concern or is simply an attack of the enemy. Talk it through with your spouse or a trusted advisor if you are confused about what to believe.
• Respond in a Christlike manner to the skeptics. 
• Adjust your path forward accordingly.

Our efforts with our children will eventually rise or fall on their own merits. Home education is just a tool in the hands of God to educate an entire family in His ways.

Yet wisdom is vindicated by her deeds - Matthew 11:19

Pioneer Files: The Walk that Changed My Life

 

It's okay to breathe.

We've talked a lot about discipline in the previous posts. Today, I want to assure you it's okay to relax, to find your family's rhythm of life as you and your children grow up together. Train and rest. Work and play. Learn by trial and error what's most effective in reaching those hearts and minds you long to present to God.

  

The beauty of a home education is its flexibility. Some days God had different plans for us than the ones I made. Many times an illness, family tragedy, unplanned visitor, or impromptu field trip invaded my neat lesson plans (yes, I made lesson plans). Then I tried to take a deep breath and flow with the day. After all, this was a good way for my children to get a taste of real life uninsulated by the artificial culture of an institutional atmosphere.

These interruptions provided important opportunities for learning as our children watched us interact with others and respond to life’s pressures and demands.

Please, please, make time for fun.

We loved to occasionally surprise our children with time off for a special family field trip. We even took days off just to relax at home. It usually didn’t take long to recover lost ground. I just tried to not make it a habit to let trivial distractions consume our days. It took determination to keep going every day, year after year, and to keep moving toward our goals.

Daily experiences are wonderful teaching resources. Often the best lessons emerge from odd moments or spontaneous conversations. A lunchtime discussion of the news or the discovery of a bird’s nest during a morning walk can provide happy memories and direct our attitudes in a life-changing way.

The Walk that Changed My Life

As a teenager, I was already an avowed evolutionist, well-trained by my public school teacher to regard as backward anyone who believed in special creation by God. But one beautiful spring day, my beloved little Irish grandmother came to visit us. At barely 4'11", she was one of the few people who made me feel tall. She and I took a walk in the sunshine, just basking in the joy of each other’s company and conversing in the natural way that sometimes only grandparents and grandchildren can.

That day we fell onto the subject of evolution as we walked. I defended it with youthful egotism; she opposed it gently. At that moment we happened upon a bird’s nest perched in the branches of a dwarf fruit tree, lying low enough for our inspection. Our movement disturbed the young birds, and in unison they bobbed their fuzzy heads out of the nest and popped open their wide red mouths in a raucous bid for breakfast.

Grandma Jean and I chuckled over our discovery. She wrapped her small hands around the rough nest and looked at me with a smile. The memory of that moment before her next words is preceded in my mind by the sensation of a page tearing into two distinct pieces.

BC and AD. 

Before Christ and In The Year of Our Lord.

 Then she asked me a question.  

“Pam, can you look at this and tell me there is no God?”

I was cut to the quick. This was no scientific debate, no angry exchange of facts and theories. It was nothing less than the Spirit of God blasting through my ignorance, using a beloved grandmother to draw my heart to Him.

To this day, I can't explain why her simple statement touched me so deeply.

I can only tell you that when I looked at the nest and those little birds inside it, the scales over my eyes crashed to the ground. I knew without a doubt that I was wrong. Only much later would I read the first chapter of the epistle to the Romans and learn that creation itself testifies to the reality and nature of the Creator.

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse. 

- Romans 1:20

Grandma Jean died a few years later. But that one day sent me on a journey to find her God and to know Him as she did. It also taught me to never underestimate the work of the Holy Spirit in the simple things we do with our children.

Sometimes we just have to close the books and listen to the song of creation. God speaks louder through what has been made than through our attempts to explain Him. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for your family is to cancel the lesson plans. Take a walk with the kids, fill your lungs with the joy of being alive, and let God lead your path through parenting.