At various times in our lives, my husband and I have looked at the decisions other families have made in their walk with Jesus and said – “NOPE.” Not us. Not ever.
To our friends who left the United States as foreign missionaries: Nope. Not us. Not ever.
To our friends who regularly bring strangers into their homes to give them a place to stay indefinitely: Nope. Not us. Not ever.
To our friends who have taken in older children from the foster care system: Nope. Not us. Not ever.
We recognize the dangers to our children in these scenarios and are absolutely not going to put them in this position, no matter what good could be accomplished. This morning as I was meditating on the Syrian crisis and the very real dangers of allowing refugees into our country (and, more importantly, into our homes), I was struck forcibly by Jesus’s words on the matter:
“If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters–yes, even their own life–such a person cannot be my disciple.” – Luke 14:26
My first thought – honest to God – was “well, thank God it doesn’t say we can’t be His children, or that we don’t belong to Him. It only says we can’t be His disciple. Whew!”
And then… heartbreak.
Is that how I want to live my life? Never fully invested, never completely committed, a believer in Jesus, but not a follower? Throughout history, Christians have lost their lives to follow Jesus. They’ve lost their homes, their spouses and, yes, their children. From the moment I was saved, I always said I wanted to live passionately for Jesus. Jon and I have lately been talking a lot about “finishing well.” Will we now allow the love we have for our fathers, mothers, spouces, children, brothers and sisters keep us from the call of Christ?
My heart hurts… I feel sick with the knowledge that I’m standing at a crossroads, with a decision to make. THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.
Will I lay it all down for Him?