Happy Mother’s Day To The World’s Greatest Mom!

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It is a rare pleasure to have a wife like I do. Honestly. I know that many people will say the same thing, but I have much evidence to prove that my wife IS the best mom in the world.

She is a non-stop amazing machine that continues to amaze me on a daily basis. She cooks, cleans, instructs, disciplines, home-schools, teaches piano, helps me in my janitorial business, helps parents with her EBMSI organization and then falls into bed at night completely exhausted.

We have four awesome kids. That takes a lot of cooking and cleaning to keep these kids happy.

She also sews buttons and fixes holes. She brushes and cuts hair. Cleans out ears. Fixes cuts and scrapes.

She organizes, prepares and cooks three meals a day, not to mention countless snacks, all the while doing her best to make sure they are healthy and we save money.

She teaches all day long. Whether it’s our kids in home-school, or when she teaches piano and theory. She seems to be always teaching. From Algebra to Geography, she seems to know it all.

At night, she helps me clean, scrub, vacuum, sweep and mop our sites. This is no easy task and her body pays for the wear and tear this brings.

Then when she gets home and the kids are in bed, she spends time helping broken-hearted parents get their children back who have been wrongfully taken by child-welfare. She cries with the parents and fights for them. She spends hours talking to doctors and lawyers on the parent’s behalf. She has been successful many times bringing families back together.

How many women can compete with this list? And she still sets time aside every day to curl up with her children and give them the love and attention they need.

This is why I say “Happy Mother’s Day” to the most amazing and awesome wife and mother God ever created. She is far more valuable and any treasure and I am so completely blessed to have her by my side.

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As Young Vipers

Natrix_natrix_(Marek_Szczepanek)They are not innocent in God’s sight, but are young vipers!

(Jonathan Edwards, “Thoughts on the Revival of Religion in New England” 1742)

“Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath.” Ephesians 2:3

What has given offense to many and raised a loud cry against some preachers, as though their conduct was intolerable–is their frightening of poor, innocent children with talk of Hell-fire and eternal damnation.

But if those who complain so loudly of this, really believe that all are by nature the children of wrath and heirs of Hell–and that everyone who has not been born again, whether he is young or old–is exposed every moment to eternal destruction, and under the wrath of Almighty God–I say, if they really believe this, then such a complaint betrays a great deal of weakness and inconsideration.

As innocent as children seem to be to us, yet if they are out of Christ–then they are not innocent in God’s sight, but are young vipers! They are infinitely more hateful than vipers–and are in a most miserable condition, as well as grown persons.

Why should we conceal the truth from them? 
Will those children who have been dealt tenderly with in this respect, and lived and died insensible of their misery until they come to feel it in Hell–ever thank parents and others for their tenderness in not letting them know what they were in danger of?

If parents’ love toward their children was not blind–then it would affect them much more to see their children every day exposed to eternal burnings!

A child who has a dangerous wound may need the painful lance, as well as grown persons. That would be a foolish pity in such a case, which would hold back the lance–and throw away the child’s life.

That little children have committed no positive acts of vice–is no argument that they have not a corrupt nature within them. A young viper has a malignant nature–though incapable of doing a malignant action, and at present appearing to be a harmless creature.

I have seen the happy effects of dealing plainly and thoroughly with children in the concerns of their souls, without sparing them at all; and never knew any ill consequence of it, in any one instance.

The Fruits of Grace Evidenced In Your Daily Life

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Religion is not to be confined to devotional exercises
–but rather consists in doing all that we are called to do, with a single eye to His glory and will, from a grateful sense of His love and mercy to us. This is the chemistry which turns every mundane thing into gold, and stamps a value upon common actions!

When a mother is making or mending the children’s clothes, or teaching them, or cleaning the kitchen, or a saucepan–she may be as well employed, as when she is upon her knees or at the Lord’s Table.

It is an great mistake to think that all time is lost–which is not spent in bible-reading, or hearing sermons, or prayer.
These are properly called means of grace–and should be attended to in their proper season.
But the fruits of grace–are to appear in our common daily course of conduct.

It would be wrong for a mother to neglect the house of God–and it would be equally wrong to neglect the prudent management of her own house. It is chiefly as a wife and mother of a family, that she can let her light shine to His praise. I would not have her think that she could serve the Lord better in any other station, than in that in which God in His providence has placed her.

A simple desire to please God, to walk by the rule of His Word, and to do all to His glory . . .
like the fabled magic stone, turns all to gold,
consecrates the actions of common life, and
makes everything that belongs to our situation and duty in domestic life, a part of our religion.

“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do–do all to the glory of God!” 1 Corinthians 10:31

This is the Kind of Bible That Should Be Seen By Children

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(J.R. Miller)

“Your Word is a lamp to my feet, and a light for my path!” Psalm 119:105

In many houses you will see beautiful Bibles bound handsomely in morocco leather, with gilt edges, and full of bright pictures. I love to see a beautiful Bible in a home–especially if it is not kept too clean and unsoiled. But the most beautiful form in which a household Bible can be bound, is in the holy life of godly parents. There is no tinted, gold-edged paper so lovely–as the pages God gives us on which to write our daily record.

The precepts and lessons of the inspired Word sound very sweetly when read out of a richly-covered volume–but they sound far more sweetly, when the child can spell them out of the parent’s daily life.

It is well for a parent to read to his child from the inspired page about the beauty of holiness; but it is better still when the child can see that beauty shining out transfigured in every feature of his parent’s character.

It is well for him to read of the patience, gentleness, meekness, forbearance, and love of Christ; but it is better when he exemplifies all of these traits.

It is well for him to teach the child what the Bible says about lying, profanity, intemperance, and all sins; it is better when his life proclaims all these lessons.

No family Bible is so well printed and bound, as the one that is printed on the heart, and bound up in the life of a godly parent. I would recommend all parents to get this kind of Bible–and to keep the dust off it always by constant use. This is the best kind for a lamp to the children’s feet.

A beautiful Christian life is a living epistle written by the hand of God–which the youngest child can read before it has learned to spell out the shortest words of the language. It is a sermon that preaches Christ all day long–seven days in the week!

There is no heresy so dangerous to childhood–as heresies lived in the home!

Hell At Home?

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(“Pleasant Readings for the Home” Author unknown)

A traveler one day called at a cottage to ask for a drink of water. Entering, he found the parents cursing and quarreling, with the children trembling and crouched in a corner. Wherever he looked, he saw only marks of degradation and misery. Greeting the family, he asked them, “Dear friends, why do you make your house like Hell?

“Ah, Sir,” said the man, “you don’t know the life and trials of a poor man! Do what I can–everything goes wrong!”

The stranger drank the water, and then said softly (as he noticed a Bible in a dark and dusty corner), “Dear friends, I know what would help you, if you could find it. There is a treasure concealed in your house–search for it.”

And so he left them.

At first the cottagers thought it a jest, but, after a while they began to reflect. The whole family tried to find the “treasure”–but in vain. Increasing poverty brought only more quarrels, discontent, and strife.

One day, as the woman was thinking upon the stranger’s words–her eye fell on the old Bible. It had been a gift from her mother, but since her death long ago–it had been unheeded and unused.

A strange foreboding seized her mind. Could the stranger have meant the Bible? She took it from the shelf, opened it, and found the verse inscribed on the title-page, in her mother’s handwriting, “The law of your mouth is better unto me than thousands of gold and silver.” It cut her to the heart. “Ah!” thought she, “this is the treasure which we have been seeking!” How her tears fell fast upon the pages!

From that time she read the Bible every day, and taught the children to pray–but without her husband’s knowledge. One day he came home, as usual, quarrelsome and in a rage. Instead of meeting his angry words with angry replies–she spoke to him kindly and with gentleness. “Husband,” said she, “we have sinned grievously. We have ourselves to blame for all this misery, and we must now lead a different life.”

He looked amazed. “What are you talking about?” was his exclamation.

She brought the old Bible, and, sobbing, cried, “Here is the treasure. See, I have found it!”

The husband’s heart was moved. She read to him of the Lord Jesus, and of His love. She continued to read the Scriptures daily, as she sat with the children around her, thoughtful and attentive.

So time went on.

It was a year later that the stranger returned that way. Seeing the cottage, he remembered the circumstances of his visit, and thought he would call and see this family again. He did so, but he would scarcely have known the place–it was so clean, so neat, so well ordered. He opened the door, and at first thought he was mistaken, for the family came to meet him so kindly, with the peace of God beaming upon their faces.

“How are you, my friends?” said he.

Then they recognized the stranger–and for some time they could not speak. “Thanks, thanks, dear Sir–we have found the treasure which you spoke of! Now the blessing of God dwells in our house–and His peace in our hearts!”

So they said–and their entire condition, and the happy faces of their children, declared the same more plainly!

Motherhood Is a Calling And Where Your Children Rank

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Guest Contributor

A few years ago, when I just had four children and when the oldest was still three, I loaded them all up to go on a walk. After the final sippy cup had found a place and we were ready to go, my two-year-old turned to me and said, “Wow! You have your hands full!”

She could have just as well said, “Don’t you know what causes that?” or “Are they all yours?!”

Everywhere you go, people want to talk about your children. Why you shouldn’t have had them, how you could have prevented them, and why they would never do what you have done. They want to make sure you know that you won’t be smiling anymore when they are teenagers. All this at the grocery store, in line, while your children listen.

A Rock-Bottom Job?

The truth is that, years ago, before this generation of mothers was even born, our society decided where children rank in the list of important things. When abortion was legalized, we wrote it into law.

Children rank way below college. Below world travel for sure. Below the ability to go out at night at your leisure. Below honing your body at the gym. Below any job you may have or hope to get. In fact, children rate below your desire to sit around and pick your toes, if that is what you want to do. Below everything. Children are the last thing you should ever spend your time doing.

If you grew up in this culture, it is very hard to get a biblical perspective on motherhood, to think like a free Christian woman about your life, your children. How much have we listened to partial truths and half lies? Do we believe that we want children because there is some biological urge, or the phantom “baby itch”? Are we really in this because of cute little clothes and photo opportunities? Is motherhood a rock-bottom job for those who can’t do more, or those who are satisfied with drudgery? If so, what were we thinking?

It’s Not a Hobby

Motherhood is not a hobby; it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for.

Christian mothers carry their children in hostile territory. When you are in public with them, you are standing with, and defending, the objects of cultural dislike. You are publicly testifying that you value what God values, and that you refuse to value what the world values. You stand with the defenseless and in front of the needy. You represent everything that our culture hates, because you represent laying down your life for another — and laying down your life for another represents the gospel.

Our culture is simply afraid of death. Laying down your own life, in any way, is terrifying. Strangely, it is that fear that drives the abortion industry: fear that your dreams will die, that your future will die, that your freedom will die — and trying to escape that death by running into the arms of death.

Run to the Cross

But a Christian should have a different paradigm. We should run to the cross. To death. So, lay down your hopes. Lay down your future. Lay down your petty annoyances. Lay down your desire to be recognized. Lay down your fussiness at your children. Lay down your perfectly clean house. Lay down your grievances about the life you are living. Lay down the imaginary life you could have had by yourself. Let it go.

“We are to imitate God and take pleasure in our children.”

Death to yourself is not the end of the story. We, of all people, ought to know what follows death. The Christian life is resurrection life, life that cannot be contained by death, the kind of life that is only possible when you have been to the cross and back.

To read the rest of this excellent article, click HERE

Being a Dad: The Hardest Job in the World

I used to think that it was the mom who had the hardest job in the world, but after having four kids, and the responsibilities I have in providing, guiding, protecting and disciplining, I know that it is I and those Dads that take their job seriously, who have the hardest job.

153544668515177894_h29W2KGH_fTruly, in a biblical household, it is the dad who has a tremendous burden on his shoulders. It is the dad, who guides, directs, provides and loves even his wife. As he goes, the family goes. Feminism has taught us that it’s the woman who has the hardest job. Granted it would take a small army to get me to give birth to a child, but it’s the dad who is responsible for the safety of the family. It’s the dad who must provide for the family (moms are needed at home). It’s the dad who is supposed to make the hard decisions and then live with the consequences, good or bad.

Dads…on this day where we celebrate you, remember, you are the most important b4c96326fc611dbe28ff1864b8fed2c6aspect in the family. You are the citadel, the watchtower, the barricades that keep the enemy at bay. Your family (whether they know it or not) look to you for guidance and direction. It’s you. No one can take your place.

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Train Up Your Child With All Tenderness, Affection, and Patience

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I do not mean that you are to spoil him, but I do mean that you should let him see that you love him.

Love should be the silver thread that runs through all your conduct. Kindness, gentleness, long-suffering, forbearance, patience, sympathy, a willingness to enter into childish troubles, a readiness to take part in childish joys, — these are the cords by which a child may be led most easily, — these are the clues you must follow if you would find the way to his heart.

Few are to be found, even among grown-up people, who are not more easy to draw than to drive. There is that in all our minds which rises in arms against compulsion; we set up our backs and stiffen our necks at the very idea of a forced obedience. We are like young horses in the hand of a breaker: handle them kindly, and make much of them, and by and by you may guide them with thread; use them roughly and violently, and it will be many a month before you get the mastery of them at all.

Now children’s minds are cast in much the same mould as our own. Sternness and severity of manner chill them and throw them back. It shuts up their hearts, and you will weary yourself to find the door. But let them only see that you have an affectionate feeling towards them, — that you are really desirous to make them happy, and do them good, — that if you punish them, it is intended for their profit, and that, like the pelican, you would give your heart’s blood to nourish their souls; let them see this, I say, and they will soon be all your own. But they must be wooed with kindness, if their attention is ever to be won.

 

And surely reason itself might teach us this lesson. Children are weak and tender creatures, and, as such, they need patient and considerate treatment. We must handle them delicately, like frail machines, lest by rough fingering we do more harm than good. They are like young plants, and need gentle watering, — often, but little at a time.

We must not expect all things at once. We must remember what children are, and teach them as they are able to bear. Their minds are like a lump of metal — not to be forged and made useful at once, but only by a succession of little blows. Their understandings are like narrow-necked vessels: we must pour in the wine of knowledge gradually, or much of it will be spilled and lost. “Line upon line, and precept upon precept, here a little and there a little,” must be our rule. The whetstone does its work slowly, but frequent rubbing will bring the scythe to a fine edge. Truly there is need of patience in training a child, but without it nothing can be done.

Nothing will compensate for the absence of this tenderness and love. A minister may speak the truth as it is in Jesus, clearly, forcibly, unanswerably; but if he does not speak it in love, few souls will be won. Just so you must set before your children their duty, — command, threaten, punish, reason, — but if affection be wanting in your treatment, your labour will be all in vain.

Love is one grand secret of successful training. Anger and harshness may frighten, but they will not persuade the child that you are right; and if he sees you often out of temper, you will soon cease to have his respect. A father who speaks to his son as Saul did to Jonathan (1 Sam. 20:30), need not expect to retain his influence over that son’s mind.

Try hard to keep up a hold on your child’s affections. It is a dangerous thing to make your children afraid of you. Anything is almost better than reserve and constraint between your child and yourself; and this will come in with fear. Fear puts an end to openness of manner; — fear leads to concealment; — fear sows the seed of much hypocrisy, and leads to many a lie. There is a mine of truth in the Apostle’s words to the Colossians: “Fathers, provoke not your children to anger, lest they be discouraged” (Col. 3:21). Let not the advice it contains be overlooked.

The book “The Duties of Parents” can be found here: J.C. Ryle