I was putting away clean dishes and packing lunch boxes, but Adrian and his dad were hunched over a screen before breakfast or even coffee. I leaned over Adrian's shoulder to see what commanded such early attention, and I saw the string of comments numbered 99.
It had started with Adrian's Facebook status that read, "Try Jesus, if it doesn't work out the devil will always take you back." It sparked a discussion debate about evolution, the need for proof, and a rationalizing away of 16 years of faith with flippant condescension and quite a few four letter words. The main players were a self-proclaimed high school atheist, a kid from the neighborhood who contributed only foul language, a smart kid who dusted off everything he had ever learned in science class, and my son who, together with his faith, was the evening's punching bag.
As I listened and made turkey sandwiches, I began to feel animal instinct in my gut. Not trusting the mama bear awakening from hibernation inside me, I remained quiet. Mike had some pointers for Adrian about how to move away from argument by asking questions to get his friends to think through issues and draw their own logical conclusions. Adrian had bowed out of the Facebook conversation at about midnight, at 70 comments. He was hoping to continue the discussion at school face to face. He had also hoped to leave the thread on Facebook for others to read, but the comments continued without him or the Light of Christ. His Facebook wall had become a platform for others rather than for himself, so at 107 comments, he hit delete.
With the touch of one button, all those cyber-words disappeared forever. Or did they? Words are powerful. It's quite amazing for little intangible things to go out into time and space unseen, without being able to be held or captured or retracted, and carry such weight to direct future relations and events. It's quite remarkable really.
Later that day, the mama bear storm still threatening inside me, I read through some of those comments (before they were removed). I still had nothing to say about any of this for fear that what would come out of me would be protection for my little boy rather than encouragement for a soldier of the Lord to stand firm after he had done all, Paul's wise words to those he fathered in the faith when they were being attacked.
Apparently that's a dad thing, not a mom thing, because Mike carried that early morning conversation with him throughout the day yesterday too. But rather than remain quiet, he found words to uphold Adrian, and Adrian texted words that shined bright right back to his dad.
Here's how the text conversation between Mike and Adrian went yesterday:
Father: I was moved at your witness of Christ to those guys on Facebook. I believe it also revealed how lost they are. You also got to enter into the fellowship of suffering with Christ. How precious it is to identify with Jesus.Son: They were laughing at me at lunch today. It was embarrassing! Everyone was like “what the heck?” But I rejoice because God was mocked and laughed at, so that means they didn’t hurt me. They only helped me look like Christ even more!Father: Awesome! This is so good, Jesus said happy are you when people insult you and persecute you because you are MY FOLLOWERS! Matt 5:11 – you are not a fan. J
How glad I am that a father can find his words when a mother can't.
How good it feels when being proud of your boy-soldier is what finally tames the mama bear inside.
12 comments
Hi...we are neighbors today...blessings to your family...and especially your son who will stand in the midst of a storm and stay anchored in HIm.
ReplyDeleteBlessings~
oh my. This story brings tears to my eyes. I am joyful, but I feel your mama bear hurt, too. Oh...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story - and also a great example of you, as mother, following God's inner promptings for when to speak and when to wait and listen. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love this story. I think the Spirit was with you when as Cherry mentioned above, he prompted your to wait for teh right words... even if they did not come from you. Your son sounds like he has a beautiful spirit.
ReplyDeleteMaria @ Linen & Verbena
How awesome! I can only imagine how hard it was to not say anything. God did great work in and through your son. Seeds were certainly planted that may bear fruit one day. What a blessing your son is!
ReplyDeleteWhat joy in the trials, your husband and his son were able to walk this out in the grace of our Lord.
ReplyDeleteI know it would have taken everything in me to stay quiet like you, in fact, I probably wouldn't, but you show great faithfulness.
Blessings.
Ohh, this could be my favorite post from the link up. It touched me.
ReplyDeletehi Dawn,
ReplyDeleteim over from Ann's...i do not have sons and i do not have soldiers...i have little women. but i loved this story. what an amazing testimony to the grace and saving power of Christ in the life of your family.
oh my. this is encouraging to a mother of four with a lot on her plate.
blessings.
Nacole
http://sixinthehickorysticks.blogspot.com/2011/09/hope-in-barren-desert.html
What a powerful witness and how encouraging for you as his mother. Your are blessed. BTW, I popped over from http://www.michellederusha.com/
ReplyDeleteMary
Wow, this story touched me deeply. What an incredible son you have. I pray my three boys will have such boldness with their faith when they are teens.
ReplyDeleteJanelle
GraceTags
i pray that the Lord will draw him even nearer
ReplyDeleteto His grace and love for having suffered for
righteousness sake.
you must be so proud but also heartbroken
for your son. we never want them to suffer.
This is beautiful: a mother, a father, and a son caught up, together, in a living narrative. It's a story which weaves into the larger narrative of Christ. The strength of a good story is that it encourages and unites. We need to listen. And participate.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your well-tuned heart in writing this.
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