Last week, we started this new blog series that focused upon the things my parents didn’t teach me based upon some of the issues we see today. Again, please don’t take any of the following blogs as a guilt trip to those who have struggled or have made mistakes. I do not elevate anyone above Christ. But I do obey scripture to “give honor to whom honor is due.”
Part 2…what didn’t my parents teach me? They didn’t teach me to operate separate from my spouse. They showed a unified front.
When I think of the definition of “oneness”, I think of my parents. As stated in Part 1, I don’t think they’re perfect in the least bit, but I’m grateful for them NOT teaching me certain things.
One of things they NEVER taught me was “disunity.”
When I saw them make decisions, I heard discussions. They both gave input. Sometimes they asked us kids what we thought (even thought our opinions probably had no baring on a decision). But nevertheless, we (Rach and I) felt a part of things. When dad and mom made the decision to go into ministry, tons of changes were coming to our lives. They told me of the news together.
To take this unity thing further, never once did I feel they vied for the position of “favorite parent.” I never heard language or saw actions in which one was trying to be the “nice parent” and the other would be the “disciplinarian.” It wasn’t about “wait till ___________ gets home.” When it came to encouragement AND discipline, both parents shared the roles and walked in unity with those roles. If they disagreed on how the other one parented (which probably happened as I know it happens to me and Anne), I, as their child, never saw it and assumed it happened out of earshot of us kids.
Let’s go another step deeper: When dad and mom had disagreements, we (Rach and I) were not pawns in the midst of conflict. Our heads were not filled with parents wanting us to take sides. We were not in the awkward position of hearing information that kids should hear. Our young minds didn’t go through the agonizing conflict that so many parents put their kids through pressuring them to “side with mom/dad”. We were spared from being a part of the conflict. They kept it between them.
One of my favorite scriptures to quote when talking marriage is Psalm 133. For where there is unity,
“…there the Lord commands His blessing.”
There wasn’t perfection in our home. There wasn’t a world with rose-colored glasses (idealism). We lived modestly. We lived real. There was laughter and tears; excitement and disappointment. It was just a real home, with real issues, but approached by a marriage in a unified manner.
And for that reason, I believe the blessing of God was on us.
For that reason, I thank you mom and dad for “one”.
Till next week when we look at Part 3.
Thanks for letting me ramble…