What Heritage Are You Leaving Them?
By Mary E.
Stephens
May 2023
Psalm 16:5-6
The LORD is the portion of mine
inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot. The lines
are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly
heritage.
In honor of Mother's Day I was thinking
that I would post something From
Mom's Collection since I haven't posted anything there for
awhile. As I was poking through my file folder with loose pages
and bits I began to appreciate again how much my mom loved
poetry. A majority of what I have in her collection is poetry.
Both of my parents taught me to love
poetry as I was growing up. My dad quoted poetry to us from the
time we were kids - still does sometimes. :-) He also
would read poems in church services occasionally. He loves
old hymns so much he once traded The Treasury of David
by Spurgeon for an antique Methodist hymnal.
My mom collected poems more than she
quoted them or read them out loud to us. She also loved hymns
and songs. She, in turn, had inherited her interest in poetry from
her mother who always enjoyed a well-written poem with something
worthwhile to say. Gramma had a number of poems she could quote
from memory.
When I got to thinking about how Mom had
instilled a love of poetry in me, I began to think about all the
examples I had at hand. As you can see in the picture, I have
quite a few things from her that contain poems, parts of poems,
and the words to songs she liked.
The antique book is a birthday book from
when she was a little girl and each day of the year has a snippit
of a poem or a quote, and space to write in your friends' and
family's names.
The gray book - The Best Loved Poems
of the American People - was one that I begged off of her
when I was in my teens, I think. She let me have it, and I
enjoyed reading in it from time to time. Also, as you can see, I
used it to press leaves and rose petals.
The blank book where she wrote in mostly
songs, is something she started in her 40s or 50s. She didn't do
much with it so it's mostly empty still.
The loose pages on the bottom came from
years ago, probably before I was born and maybe some afterwards.
They were in a ring binder where she had glued in bits and
pieces she cut from church papers, bulletiens, and such - mostly
poems. There are a couple excerpts from a poem by
Annie Johnson Flint on the right page
here - something that rejoices my heart, as you might guess if
you have visited my page of Miss Annie's poems. :-)
Thinking about these treasures that my
mother left me, my mind wandered into thinking about what some
people today think they need to give their children.
I remember a young father once talking
to my dad about how he wanted to give his son a better life than
he had had. If I remember correctly, I think he was offended at
his pastor for how he had preached on giving. I don't know
whether the pastor had been biblical in what he said or not, but
the young father didn't like it because it interfered with his
plans. He said that if he could afford to buy his son metal cars
to play with instead of plastic, he didn't see anything wrong
with that. Giving his son something better than he had seemed
like a good thing to him.
The problem is, that isn't the biblical
goal or objective for a Christian parent. In fact, one of the
earmarks of Christianity is supposed to be that we are content
with less of this world's goods.
1 Timothy 6:6-8
But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought
nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing
out. And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.
Giving your kids good
gifts, isn't an evil thing. Jesus talked about this.
Matthew
7:9-11
Or what man is there of you, whom if
his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him
a serpent? If ye then, being
evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much
more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to
them that ask him?
The thing here is, though, that the
child is asking for food - bread and fish - not better quality
toys or trips to Disney World or super hero pajamas or an iPhone
or a college education. (Ouch.) Food is a basic necessity of
life. Good food is a good gift according to Jesus Christ.
Sadly, parents sometimes get really
caught up (dare I say ensared?) by the deceitfulness of this
world, and they end up thinking that their kids "need" a lot of
things that really aren't going to count one dot in eternity.
I'm not saying that you shouldn't do nice things for your kids.
But, I really think that all of us who have the opportunity to
pass things on to others need to thoughtfully consider what
really matters, what really counts.
This collection of poems -
many of them Christian - from my mom, is of far more value to me
now than my memories of trips to Disneyland. These poems have
helped me and fed my soul and encouraged me and made me laugh
and inspired my mind in good ways more than those fun Disney
days ever did. (THINK About that, dear Christian who is obsessed
with Disney.) Furthermore, these poems have started to feed and
help others as I've shared them on the internet.
My mom had no way of knowing that this
would ever happen. She might have guessed that one of us might
enjoy her poem collections one day. She might have hoped that we
would. But she could little guess how far some of them would go
in reaching others outside her children.
Chrisitian mama, what are you leaving
your children? What are you putting your heart and soul into
that will be passed on to them or instilled in their minds and
hearts? Is it worldly pleasures - music, T.V., movies, books,
etc.? Is it a lust for more - more house, more travel, more
clothes, more money, more education, etc.? Is it priorities that
aren't God's priorities - sports, education, good jobs, hobbies, comfortable living, better health, etc.? Or are you leaving them
with things that will make them better in God's work? Are you
showing them how to be a part of His church and His good purpose
by how you live? Are you
fortifiying their souls with things that will outlast this very
temporary life? Are you giving them things that will help them
through the tough times in life, the times when money and
education and entertainment and the world's "good life" won't
answer for their souls' deepest needs?
Christian Grandma, what about you? What
are you leaving to your children and grandchildren? Is spending
thousands of dollars on a trip to Disney World or Dollywood or
even some natural wonder more important to you than sending them
on a missions trip with someone who is actually doing a good
work for the Lord? Do you think of ways you can build them up in
the faith, point them to Christ, give them tools that will
outlast you and help them their whole lives? Or are you more
interested in making happy memories about you and your amazing
Christmas decorations and cooking and swimming pool and ATVs and
fireworks and whatever else? Will they think of godly
words of wisdom and heartfelt conversations about the important
things of life? Will they remember discussions about scripture
and hearing you read it? Will they think of fervent prayers when
they think of you? Ah, there's nothing of this earth more
precious than those things. Some of the earthly things may not
be bad, but they are not the
best!
Christian aunt or friend of younger
children, what about you? None of us are exempt in passing on
good things to those who come after us, even if we don't have
children of our own. What are we building into the lives of our
nieces and nephews, our younger siblings or cousins perhaps, our
friends' children, the kids at church or in our neighborhoods?
Are we just the fun aunt or friend? Or are we leaving godly
counsel and Christ-like compassion, books and music and things
that will help them learn to be more like Jesus? Are we leaving
things that will remain when the wood, hay, and stubble have
been burned up?
1 Corinthians 3:11-15 For other
foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus
Christ. Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver,
precious stones, wood, hay, stubble; Every man's work shall be
made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be
revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of
what sort it is. If any man's work abide which he hath built
thereupon, he shall receive a reward. If any man's work shall be
burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet
so as by fire.
Oh, sisters, let's focus on the things
that really count for eternity, the things that build up the
young ones in this precious faith, things that help them on
their way and keep them in the good fight of faith. Better toys,
better houses, better educations, more exciting trips and
entertainment - these are all so empty at the end of the day.
Think of what Paul wrote to Timothy about his grandmother and
mother.
2 Timothy 1:5 When I call to remembrance
the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy
grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that
in thee also.
2 Timothy
3:14-15 But continue thou in the things which thou hast learned
and hast been assured of, knowing of whom thou hast learned
them; And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures,
which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith
which is in Christ Jesus.
What a goodly heritage these ladies left
in Timothy's life! What an excellent example they are for us
still.
Here is a poem that I loved from my
youth. I don't remember where I first read it, perhaps in a
school book or one of my mom's books of poetry. It is not a
Christian poem, but it expresses very clearly what I am trying
to say here.
The Bridge Builder
An old man going a lone
highway,
Came, at the evening cold
and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep
and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”
By Will Allen Dromgoole
What bridges over pitfalls are you preparing for those younger ones who are coming after you, dear
sister in Christ? What good things that will bring glory to God
are you instilling in those young lives? What heritage are you leaving
them? Let's make the best things, the things remembered and
valued most, be the ones that count for Christ for eternity.
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