Does talking about faith with your family seem foreign?
In the meantime… back to the foreign language of faith… and a motto to adopt as you face this dilemma with courage!
I’ll bet you’ve acquired a host of different “languages” along your life journey; some simple, others complex. Back when I started my first “real” job I had to learn the difference between a frappe and a milkshake. (Yeah, I was a soda jerk.) In college I drank in the language of trees and plants; I could present on the pessimistic prospects of a bushy Euonymus alatus vs. rabbits. (This was in the days before concerns about landscaping with non-natives. This plant, otherwise known as the Burning Bush, is now considered invasive in several states!)
Later, after some soul-searching I changed careers and learned more new languages: communicating with computers. COBOL or Fortran anyone? (I guess I just dated myself).
Has your path been like mine? Acquired any new vernaculars along the way?
Since those days, my lifework has changed… again. I’m pursuing another language. It includes a burning bush… but of a different sort. This language includes words that I am often confused about like Incarnation, Annunciation and Atonement. You too?
When my children were little I’m certain that I didn’t try very hard to speak the language of faith because of uncertainty, and embarrassment and a bit of fear.
I don’t want you to repeat my mistake. So here is a motto to repeat to yourself, over and over:
Stumble if you need to.
Go ahead and make a mistake or two or more. It is a process with rich rewards… learning the language of faith… together as a family.
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A horticultural Burning Bush by Jennifer Murawski, who licensed this photo on Flickr under a Creative Commons License.