Dear sweet mama who accused me of ruining my children,
I told you the typical regurgitated answer: Just because we don’t tell our kids that a jolly red myth breaks into our house each year to leave us presents while simultaneously telling them it’s a holiday about Jesus, doesn’t mean they don’t have the joy of childhood.
But what you don’t know, is I WANT my kids to be ruined. Yep. You heard that right. It’s something I strive for daily.
I hope they are ruined for ever letting their yesses be anything other than yes, and their noes be anything other than no.
I hope they are ruined for thinking that any man can be omnipresent or watch over them when they are sleeping; traits belonging to God alone.
I hope they are ruined for thinking that their “naughty or nice” behavior earns them gifts. All of our good deeds are as filthy rags to a Holy God – and the greatest gift of all, the gift of salvation, is not something we can earn in the slightest.
I hope they are ruined forever to thinking it’s okay to sit in a pew once a week while they live like the rest of the world all the other days of their lives.
I hope they are ruined to doing what’s right in their own eyes, trusting instead in what God alone says is right.
I hope they are ruined for thinking they can love Jesus without doing what He tells us to do.
I hope they are ruined for ever thinking that the narrow path that leads to everlasting life includes what everyone else is doing.
I hope they are ruined for believing they can gain the whole world, and all the things it says are important, without losing their soul.
I hope they are ruined to living comfortable, safe lives instead of following Jesus into the difficult, scary places to love the people the world says are unlovable.
I hope that the living, life-breathing Jesus completely ruins their lives and their plans they come up with in their own strength, and transforms them into new creations.
I wish them ruined for thinking life is about success when it involves daily death. I hope they choose to pick up their crosses, follow our Savior, and can honestly utter, “I died daily” when they meet their maker.
So, dear sweet Mama who thinks I am ruining my children by refusing to lie to them, you are absolutely right. I am ruining my children to the things of this World for a treasure far greater.
Yes, dear mama, I am intentionally ruining my children.
Tiffany
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