tiptoe at the edge of expectation

Man I love Christmas.

Always have. It is a topic that will probably show up on this site many times. Consider yourself warned. It’s the biggest celebration of the year in this great country of ours. And it’s all about Jesus…whether people realize it or not. So clever of us Christians to sneak it in there like that.

As a child it was always about the anticipation of Christmas morning. And yes, for me, it was about the presents. The day the Sears Christmas catalog showed up in the mail. Or the J.C. Penney version. Straight to the expanded toy section. Man, oh man. Legos, Hot Wheels, bicycles, electronic football, Etch-a-sketch, Lincoln Logs and G.I. Joe’s with Kung Fu Grip (yep, it was a thing. Check it out here.). I could go on and on. Don’t judge me. I was a kid.

There were occassions where those expectations were overwhelming. I couldn’t sleep. Probably the only kid in America experiencing that (sarcasm). Oh and I was on to the little game that my parents were playing with me concerning a rather rotund deliverer of gifts.

The following story may or may not have happened.

If it did happen, it probably went something like this: It was late on Christmas Eve and I was tossing and turning, attempting slumber. It was all too much. I heard the noises coming from the room of the magnificent tree of lights. I snuck out of my room to peek. There they were, placing the gifts under the tree. A wonderful moment. No coal for me this year. What is in those beautifully wrapped packages? Oh, the intrigue.

Uh oh. Dad’s coming. Quick, jump back in bed and fake like you’re asleep. Oh man, dad’s in my room. I sense his presence. He’s right above my face checking to see if I’m asleep. Don’t move a muscle, don’t make a noise and whatever you do, don’t open your eyes. What’s this? Dad’s walking away. Did I pull it off? The door is shutting. But wait, something’s not right. I didn’t hear him walk in front of the AC vent (a sixth sense that I developed at an early age). He’s still in my room. Trying to nab me. Remain motionless. If I’m found out, gifts will disappear. Gulp. Finally the door opens and shuts again. This time I hear him walk by the vent. He’s gone. Exhale. Mission accomplished. My parents deserved a much better child than I.

I will share in a later post how this has come back to haunt me. You’ll laugh at me and I’m okay with that.

In our last post, we established that you can’t make your children love God. Instead, we need to live lives so dominated by Him that our children become immensely intrigued. Like a gift under the tree. Ready to be opened. They can’t hold back. They must know Him.

And just like us not being able to make our children love God, we also cannot make God intriguing. He’ll take care of that. He is that. Our role is to just follow Jesus. And when you do, there is no way you will end up in the land of boring. That is not a part of the route. Jesus does not travel to the land of boring. If you find yourself there, you have not followed the Jesus of Scripture. His promise is abundant life. Read the book of Acts. Seriously. Read the book of Acts. Never a dull moment. Ever.

This was once said by a man much more intelligent than I: “The word Christian means different things to different people. To one person it means a stiff, uptight, inflexible way of life, colorless and unbending. To another it means a risky, surprise-filled venture, lived tiptoe at the edge of expectation. If we get our information from the biblical material, there is no doubt that the Christian life is a dancing, leaping, daring life.”

That. That is the life that our children must know as normal when they observe our journey with God. This adventure with God must be foremost in the “home field adtriangle2vantage” you are creating for your children. In the green triangle it is represented by the left and right sides…dad’s relationship with God on the left and mom’s on the right.

So how would you describe your journey with God?

Next time: I’m in love! I’m in love! And I don’t care who knows it!


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