Monday’s Sermon.

Mar 20, 2006 | On Motherhood, Pop Culture/Politics, Spiritual | 18 comments

Could I climb the highest place in Athens, I would lift up my voice and proclaim, “Fellow citizens, why do you burn and scrape every stone to gather wealth, and take so little care of your children to whom you must one day relinquish all?”

Socrates on Athenian society. Circa 390 B.C.

This morning like other mornings I enjoyed the company of my son. I intensely enjoy his pressense. My goal is to raise him in such a way that we always enjoy each others company.
We started our morning by snuggling and wrestling in our dark bedroom, the he went downstairs to have some one on one time with Daddy, back upstairs for more wrestling. Between 7:30 and 8:00 he always gets a little board and I can tell he wants to move on with the morning so we head downstairs.
Our ritual continues as we go from window to window pulling up the shades as we sing, “This is the Day that the Lord has Made.” The Babe-Ca-Bob sits in his seat and eats Cheerios and I read to him. This morning we read to the beautiful Sense and Sensibility soundtrack. Our selected book was the darling, “This is Paris.” Afterwords I held the Bible in one hand and Little Darling in another -we read Psalm 119 outloud and prayed very specifically for 10 family members as we did laps around the first floor.
The heat is still out and so his cute little lumberjack hat was on his head the whole time. Space heaters cranked. Every morning at 8:30 we head upstairs for even more instense one on one time. We nurse and rock and sing upstairs in his room. The looks I receive during this time as I sing and provide his favorite milkies are one of absolute, sheer adoration. I cry just about every morning. Finally at 9 he goes down for his nap.
Being a mother has provided me with an opportunity to play the ultimate hostess. No longer just creating a world for Joel and I, now I can create the world that I have always dreamed of for an entire family. (or I can try at least!) Our home is becoming more and more a sanctuary. Calm. Music. Affection. Nature. Candlelight. Quiet. Cozy. Breezy. Dinnertime.
I am child of the Father, wife, “ultimate Momma Goddess” (that is Joel’s nicname for me on account of the way P.R. looks at me) and I have the very important role of warrior! I stand at the doors of my house with sword blazing carefully selecting what is allowed into our world. Disfunctional, manipulative relationships, 95% of television, and electronic babysitters are not welcome.
I want my children to grow up remembering the windows open, access to the garden and nature whenever possible, I want them to crave music; soft in the mornings and loud with dancing thru the living room to celebrate! I want them to remember me in the kitchen, quoting the Word and Daddy reading the Bible after mealtime. I want them to remember the refuge of our home, not the blare of a television in the background or the phone ringing off the hook. I want their brains to be clear to think, create and imagine. I want them to love the smell of their favorite book and to look forward to reading a new one.
I can impact a generation. I can raise my children surrounded by the word of God, art, music, books. When I decide not to turn on the televsion I am impacting a generation. When I pray outloud with my family I am changing a generation. When I fight for nightly meals together I am changing a generation. By pouring “what so ever things are good” into the little vessels that God has given (and is going to give) me I can change a generation.
We can all change a generation. Raising our children to be “in this world but not OF this world” is proving to be no easy task. It requires US to be in this world but not of this world! Our homes are bombarded with temptations. How much easier would it be to have 15 after school activities, 550 channels, 4 phone lines and drive thru meals? Fight with me Moms. Let’s carefully chose who teaches our children. Be it entertainment or neighborhood friends. Let’s fight to create memories. Let’s fight to create clear, uncluttered minds. Let’s fight to create little hearts with the Word of God inscribed on them. If Socrates was fearful for the children of his generation 2,300 years ago then standing at our doors with swords blazing should be no exageration.
Is there any better task we could put our hands too?

Recommened reading:
Proverbs. -God
Honey for a Child’s Heart. -Gladys Hunt
Mitten Strings for God. -Katrina Kenison


  1. Amanda

    What great perspective Ang. I want to start a “TURN THE TV OFF” club. I hate television. Repulsive. Anyway, thank you for challenging me today.

  2. cityfarmer

    “But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money,boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self control, conceited lovers of pleasure( thus the need for advertising) rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power.” 2Timothy

    I know you’ll not let those theives in, and I can already see in Aidan the character you and the Lord are building.

    You are the mamma goddess and BDJ, you’re the best.

  3. julee

    I hope all who read this and still have the chance to parent so specifically will take it too heart! And remember when your captive audience is not so captive anymore to cherish each teachable moment and every fleeting conversation. Learn how they’re bent (God made ’em that way), train ’em up and move ’em out. Mainly just be there! AND you better jot it all down cuz you WILL forget.

  4. Gramiamplusone


    why are you not getting my comments??? This is a test

  5. Faith

    Ang, you are awesome. And one must wonder if you are possibly superhuman as well. Aidan is one blessed little babycakes to have you for a momma.

  6. Parisienne Farmgirl

    Hardly superhuman Faith. Goodness, let’s not go overboard. Arent all mothers superhuman???
    I just find myself overwhelmed with the desire to be intentional about everything I do with Aidan.
    I am am still eternally jeleous over Noah’s schooling.
    I miss you.

  7. Gramiamplusone

    this is tj’s man

    Thanks for Aidan’s middle name, LLOYD!!

    Who can find a virtuous women. For her price is far above rubies. When it snows,,she has no fear for her household. Her husband is respected at the city gate.

    I love you, grandpa Lloyd

  8. Gramiamplusone

    I don’t know what i was doing wrong but I will try again. I said and I will say it again, what this world needs is more grandaughter’s raising the children on your method. Awesome!!!! I am so proud of you and the results are great now and I know that the future hold many great times for you and your family.

    Hats off to ya!!! Gram

  9. quiet storms


    (i had to create an account to tell you this by the way.)

    i was blessed to see your words in action on sunday. can’t wait to see you three again! i promise not to laugh at inappropriate times again.


  10. FarmgirlCyn

    Ang dear,
    You make me weep. That is all I can say. I cannot wait to see you and the boys this spring.

  11. ritornarme

    I stumbled upon your blog from a friend of a friend of a friend’s blog and I am confused! What kind of blog is this? One minute you’re a Christian, the next minute you’re a philosopher, the next minute you’re some new age hippie chick, then you’re mother of the year reveling in the glorifying comments left by your own family members. And I think everyone would agree with me when I say that you should not consider yourself a writer. Not only is it insulting to all other true writers, it’s simply annoying. Here’s a little tip: don’t ever, ever write a metaphor again. I mean, please.
    You say that you have a sharp tongue, like you are proud of it. You think you are quick-witted and you use your “humor” to insult people. You think you are smart, quoting Socrates and the bible at the same time. Perhaps you missed something when you read about Socrates (here’s a hint on how to pronounce his name: the “crate” in his name is not pronounced like the objects you use for storage). When you said that Socrates was worried about his own generation, and therefore we should be in fear for ours, he was talking about people like you. “Know thyself” does not mean to be so introspective that that’s all you can think, write, and talk about. You think you are so smart, by insulting other people (specifically the man at Wal-Mart) but where were you when Socrates lived his life trying to convince men of their own ignorance? “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
    I could go on and on about your misquotations, your facade of faith, your pseudo sincerity but the only other thing I am going to say is maybe you should proof read the next blog you post, or at least spell check. And if you absolutly have to post another blog (have mercy on us all), at least use a subject where you can speak with some authority, some knowledge on the subject, anything but the mindless, insensitive crap you insist on posting now.

  12. cityfarmer

    Friend of a friend of a friend. You confirmed that II Timothy is true.

  13. ritornarme

    So you’re the mother, right? Oh God, I feel like I’m in grade school. As Shakespeare said “It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.” Do you listen to the way your daughter speaks? I merely thought it suitable to give her a taste of her own medicine. She insults people who shop at Wal-Mart, eat at McDonald’s, et cetera. Just read her top ten list, it’s all there. I’m finished, I’m not going to fight a pointless battle. I’ll simply leave you with this:
    In religion,
    What damned error, but some sober brow
    Will bless it and approve it with a text,
    Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
    There is no vice so simple but assumes
    Some mark of virtue on his outward parts:
    How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
    As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
    The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;
    Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk;
    And these assume but valour’s excrement
    To render them redoubted! Look on beauty,
    And you shall see ’tis purchased by the weight;
    Which therein works a miracle in nature,
    Making them lightest that wear most of it:
    So are those crisped snaky golden locks
    Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
    Upon supposed fairness, often known
    To be the dowry of a second head,
    The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.”

  14. brannman1

    Hey ritornarme, (Mr. spell check). How do you spell a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y? Try using it yourself once in awhile. How is that pronounced anyway?

  15. ritornarme

    Brannman1 — That’s the absolute best you have?

  16. brannman1

    Hey, you got it r-i-g-h-t this time. GOOD for you!!!!!! Must of used spell check.

  17. ritornarme

    brannman 1 — Oh child, spelling is the only fault you can find of mine? Let us agree to disagree and lay the insults of children to rest.

  18. brannman1

    Fair enough child, fair enough.


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