Do some of you remember the old Disney movie called The Rescuers? It was about little mice who were going to rescue a little girl who was kidnapped by an evil woman, Medusa and her sidekick Snoops. I remembered it yesterday when a friend of mine stopped by the office on her way home last night. We began telling stories about our children and realizing we had spent many years of trying to “help” them when really what we were doing many times was getting in the way of God and delaying their growth into adulthood.
Another mom happened to stop in and away we went with stories and laughter of how once again we were rescuing our children or family member. At one point we decided we needed to form our own rescue aid society, for all rescue addicts. We could give our name, go to the front and confess that yes indeed we are a rescuer. Next would come the confession of our last rescue attempt, or how long we had been without rescuing.
We began laughing and howling and how funny it all was and realized that the very fact that none of us had parents who were able to help us because they had no money, was the thing that made us strong and built character in us. And when we didn’t depend on God, it put a fear in us of how we were going to provide, and that we never had enough, which may have transferred to our children of “depending on ourselves!”
Then another couple happened to hear us laughing and stopped in the door. They were children of our friends and when we told them what we were laughing about they readily joined in confessing that they had only been rescued 3 times this last week and would need a group for the children of the members of the rescue aid society. More laughter.
I began to ponder that this morning and asked God what is the right way to gift money to loved ones? I love nothing more than to give my children and friends gifts, help them when they need it. But then I have to wonder is there an agenda when I give them something? An expectation perhaps? Now they should show gratitude? Or, love me more? Or even do what I say? We hope we give money without that, but somehow I think that gets woven in without our realizing it.
Should we never give money? Just let everyone work it out for themselves? How does God want this to work? Should our children benefit because we have been blessed with extra money? Isn’t that part of the inheritance?
As I began to think about that I suddenly was reminded of Job and his children.
In the land of Uz, there lived a man whose name was Job. This man was blameless and upright. He feared God and shunned evil. He had seven sons and three daughters and he owned seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen and five hundred donkeys, and had a large number of servants. He was the greatest man among all the people of the East.
His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes and they would invite their 3 sisters to eat and drink with them. When a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking “perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s regular custom.
Job not only blessed his children but confessed their “possible” sins to the Lord for them. Wow, at least I’m not that bad…haha
So, what if I and all of my fellow rescuers were suddenly able to watch, have compassion on, mentor, and love the people that needed help instead of doing it for them, what would happen to the marketplace? Would people all suddenly depend on God?
Makes you wonder…
P.S. We’ve decided to have one last prayer time to close this year. If you’re around, stop into Frank Consulting at noon and we’ll pray this year out and the new one in!