Something in my last post bothered me a little, or at least made me think. I wrote, “I still need the occasional reminder to step away from the table work and embrace the freedom we’ve been given to simultaneously get to know and remember the world.”
That isn’t a directly Biblical thought.
Ecclesiastes 12:1 says, “Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of adversity come, and the years approach of which you will say, ‘I find no pleasure in them…'”
I’ve noticed I have a tendency to assume people know what I’m talking about, or because I’ve known something for a while, then I assume and act as if they, too, know that something. What inspired our “science day” in the first place was a recent experience in our co-op where the other set of parents were holding up a globe and demonstrating how the earth revolves around the sun. One of my boys looked at me with that wide-eyed and satisfied surprise that comes with learning and said, “Huh. I didn’t now that.”
(This reminds me of the time I excitedly started off with, “Okay everybody, lets get in a circle!” while teaching summer VBS 3-year olds.)
It seems like such a basic thing, but I guess we hadn’t ever talked about it. So our science day focused not only on getting out in nature and experiencing some very obvious effects of the seasons such as cold, cloudy skies, frozen lakes, and crunchy snow, but we also went back in and watched an episode of Bill Nye the Science Guy talking about seasons. Back at the table, I put a grapefruit out to stand in place of the sun, and a tiny round bead for the earth to give some kind of visual idea of the differences in size. Because part of learning is being able to speak out loud what you have learned for yourself, they drew pictures of the sun and the tilted earth in their journals, and then everybody took turns sharing with their audience and explaining what they had drawn.
“Remember your Creator…”
As great as all of that is, it isn’t even the main point, and it’s the main point that I don’t ever want to forget. Nature walking is a religious and a spiritual experience for me. Nature nourishes my soul and body. It’s how I feel connected with both the spiritual and physical world, get pulled back into the awe and majesty of God’s presence. My kids have no clue that I feel that way, and they have no way of knowing how enhances and fortifies my belief in the Christian God of the Bible unless I open my mouth and tell them.
They probably don’t even need to know all that.
My main point here is that the Christian faith is not passed down by osmosis. I don’t think I need to become a street evangelist from my kitchen with the kids, but I have been convicted of assuming too much, and probably saying too little.
Today’s a new day, friends.