Most people do not understand what it is like to live in the home of a preacher. A preacher’s family is expected to be perfect: no faults. A preacher’s family is expected to always be kind to anyone, no matter how they themselves are treated. A preacher’s family is supposed to have been plucked right out of a Norman Rockwell picture.
Other folks can say whatever they want about the preacher’s family and they are to just take it. And a preacher’s family is always subject to being talked about...no matter what they do...good or bad...especially by the preacher himself!
Last week I wrote about one of Rachel’s driving experiences (she really is a good driver). So I should probably “pick on” someone else. I should probably not even mention Rachel’s name, but, alas, she is a Preacher’s Kid.
This past week, Rachel decided to drop one of her classes. It was a “zero hour” class (it started at 7:00 AM every school day), she really didn’t need the class to graduate, and it was the source of, probably, 75% of her homework: so we went through all the necessary steps to drop a class this late in the semester.
Since she had to be at school by 7:00 AM each morning, she had been getting up around 5:15-5:30. Tuesday was her first day to “sleep in” (until 6:00 or so). The problem was, she forgot to let her dog know that she no longer had to get up at 5:15!
Shadow would not let her stay in bed. He forced her to get up (and open her bed room door and Shadow came and found me; Rachel went back to sleep).
Sometimes we make changes. Sometimes those changes require other changes. But sometimes our “friends” don’t like the changes that we make. Sometimes they want us to keep doing the same things we always did with them.
When we decided to make the greatest of changes (the decision to become a Christian), some of our friends likely didn’t approve of our decision. Some of them, likely, tried to pull us back into our former way of life.
Paul writes in Galatians 4:8-9, “Formerly, when you did not know God, you were enslaved to those that by nature are not gods. But now that you have come to know God, or rather to be known by God, how can you turn back again to the weak and worthless elementary principles of the world, whose slaves you want to be once more?” (ESV)
What Paul is saying is, “Look, you were once enslaved to the world...but Christ set you free! Why in the world would you want to go back and be a slave again?”
Rachel isn’t going to enroll in a “zero hour” class next semester. She has been set free from being “enslaved” to a 7:00 AM class. Why would she want to go back to it again?
Why would you want to go back to your former way of living?