Godly Foundations

I remember seeing the re-run of “Father Knows Best”, and thinking, “That is not how my home is!” My dad did not come home in a tie, sit and read the news paper while mom served him cookies while wearing pearls! I have also seen a half of an episode of the Simpsons, and saw enough to know THAT was not like my family either, where a nit-witted father buried his nose in the television while some blue-haired lady served him beer. My family was different from both those families (thank our Gracious Father in heaven) in such a way to make an impact on me for life. My dad was then and still is a worker. He made sure the house stayed in excellent repair and looked as good or better than any home in the neighborhood, he was exercising dominion, whether he knew it or not. My mother’s femininity was not measured by how many knick-knacks she could cram into a curio cabinet, although she did have a modest collection of salt and pepper shakers. Rather, she was a keeper at home. She labored to insure the house ran smoothly, was neat and tidy, we were clothed modestly, and fed well. Her days were spent preparing for the return of her king to his castle. So, was our home perfect? Hardly. We were real people, with real sins. Sometimes there was shouting in the house. Sometimes tears. During the summer I turned 15 I was converted. Our home changed. We started attending church as a family. We prayed at meals. The bible became a fixture around the house. All of a sudden, we were trying to become a “biblical home.” That is what our family is still trying to do. Are we doing it Perfectly? Hardly. Are we Determined? Absolutely. Is that your goal? Pastor