I always found this conversation between Jesus, the Pharisees, and his disciples rather interesting and the disciples' reaction a little humorous. We moderns like to think we've cornered the market on 'progressive thinking' and 'human liberation,' namely in restructuring traditional social norms to suit our own needs, but as this passage testifies, such thinking has been in vogue for at least the last 2000 years, and as implied by reference to Moses and the Pharisaical law, it has been far longer than that, probably since the very beginning, since human nature has not changed, only our technology. We think we know better than God and therefore feel free to do things exactly opposite to that which He intended and thus must endure the consequences. Ever since the only rule was 'don't eat that particular fruit,' we've somehow managed to screw it up and our lives and all creation with it. And we keep on making the same mistakes, like headstrong toddlers that just don't understand why their parents are so 'mean.'
I grew up in the 90's (yes, I am that old) and divorce was an accepted part of the culture; my own family of origin was quite eager to undertake this social experiment and I can't say the results were good ones, especially for the children. I had no concept of what a happy marriage was, I assumed it was just another living arrangement and as good as any other (or so my health textbooks and self-esteem classes assured me and as this enlightened woman certainly proclaims). I was an idiot. And when I finally got married and started a family, I found out how utterly wrong our current understanding of marriage and family is and how much hurt, grief, and hidden pain yet writhed unknown in my own heart and soul. Watching my own son and his father, interacting with my husband, has proved to me time and again that God's plans are the best. Kids need a mom and a dad, yes they can survive with only one parent or step-parents or joint custody or two mommies or being raised by their grandparents or living with their mother's fifth boyfriend who is not their father, but they do not thrive, as the studies show again and again.
But it is insensitive, nay hateful, to say such things for we might make the parents feel bad! Yet the children must suffer in silence so that their parents may pretend that everything is okay? This is stupid and downright harmful to the kids involved. They should be allowed to mourn, to grieve, to know it is okay to hurt and ask questions. If all this nonsense about all families being equal is true, why am I still grieving over something that happened 20 years ago? Yes, there are tragic and unavoidable circumstances in this life, and it is not to this that I am speaking, rather it is to those that willingly divorce rather that sticking it out during a rough stretch or those that never bother to marry at all. Our kids are suffering and they don't know why and we won't talk about it because it is awkward. They are the ones that must bear the consequences for our stupid and selfish decisions, they should at least have the right to deal with their feelings and pain rather than pretending that everything is okay when we know full well it is not. There is no easy fix to the mess that is modern society, especially for our hurting little ones, but pretending everything is okay only makes it worse. Life will never be ideal in this messy, broken world we inherited but pretending brokenness is perfection can only lead to more pain and suffering, rather let us deal with the reality that we are broken, messed up, and far from perfect, thus may the healing begin. Let us deal with these feelings rather than bury them under a wan, fake smile and then pass this mess on to another unwitting generation.
We've had two recent deaths in our community, one a young husband and father, the other a dear older woman with great grandchildren. As I sat through the family services and funerals, all I could do was wonder at the people that came forward to say what these people meant to their lives and grieve that I would forever miss out on that for my own part, but perhaps it is not too late for my own children. I am alone, I will not be able to stand up at either of my parent's funerals to say what a wonderful influence they were on my life and on the lives of my children and their children after them, rather I must sit quietly and refrain from speaking of how their selfish actions broke my childish heart and forever left me adrift in an indifferent world, but for the grace of God, I would still be alone and miserable and not know why, but at last I can grieve and begin to heal and see that the 'sins of the fathers' do not pass on to the third and fourth generation. I can break the cycle and pass on to my children and grandchildren a legacy of love and joy, rather than sorrow and shame.
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