We spend so much time protecting the physical well-being of our children. We strap them into car seats, require them to wear helmets while riding a bike, avoid foods that cause harm and even death. We teach them to swim so they won't be taken by water. We make medical decisions in their behalf to hopefully attain the greatest chance for health and well-being. We sign them up for sports that require protective gear for everything from their teeth to their spines, and we promptly provide said equipment. We cut their food into tiny bites so they won't choke. We are vigilant in our desire for their physical bodies. And yet, they still manage to get in harms way. They are still taken. We have no control over the corrupting powers of this world that lurk around every corner.
Never fear! We have stewardship over something much greater than physical health and well-being; their souls. It seems we are so focused on the outward that the inward is all but forgotten. What are we doing for the souls that will remain far after the body doesn't need us anymore?
I know people allergic to a whole slew of items from sugar to modified corn starch. I also know people that stay away from the aforementioned slew, and then some, simply because those things have an adverse affect on their well-being. Not a diagnosed allergy, but a recognized sensitivity that is much better left unprovoked. Do we wait until a deathly allergy is upon us, or do we recognize sensitivities and make adjustments? Do we hope for drugs and remedies to enable us to still partake, or do we accept responsibility and choose differently?
We buy devices that claim to remove harmful and damaging material from a movie. Does it remove all harmful and damaging material or just what someone else decided was so? We employ software to limit Internet and handheld device content. We rely on rating systems devised by the very people that hope to addict for the benefit of their pocket books. What about when they fail? We can't erase what is permanently imprinted because of a technical failure. Do we get to claim innocence when we choose to outsource our responsibility to a piece of machinery? Are we doing our children any favors by making sure they have access to the latest and greatest for whatever justifiable reason?
Sam and I just read The Harvester, by Gene Stratton-Porter. Marvelous read. A true hero with a heart of gold, and the most worthy desires. Do you know who he credits? His mother. She made conscious, deliberate choices that were not popular. She showed him, even to her early grave, that life is good and clean and pure. Her confident and unapologetic mothering led directly to his ability to be self assured and confident in his own worthy efforts and desires. The best and most lasting rewards come as a result of choosing to live up to our own potential, not another's.
What do you think?