Skip to main content

From Protected to Projected- Part 2- A Rusty Plan of Evangelism


Hi blog visitor! Thanks for stopping by. This is a second part of a series. Read part one first if you'd like. 

Part 2- A Rusty Plan of Evangelism

      A year or so into our marriage, my husband Gil, and I found ourselves bored on a Wednesday night and decided to do something out of the norm- we went to the Wednesday night Bible study at our church. So adventurous, right? When we arrived, we sat down and waited for the Bible study to begin and an older gentleman, someone very well known and respected in our church approached us and asked us why we were there. We were a bit taken back and didn’t quite know how to answer Mr. Rusty because, well, we thought it was ok to attend church on a Wednesday night. So, we looked at each other and somewhat stumbled to say that we just thought it would be nice to come. Without even a second to think about it, Mr. Rusty leaned down and whispered loud enough for both of us to hear, 
“You need to go back home and make babies”. I almost choked on my peppermint! Excuse me, did the oldest guy in my church, the man who is so good and humble, just tell me and my husband to go home and make babies? Gil was the first to respond. He looked at me with hopeful eyes and said, 
“Did he just say what I think he said?” I gave Gil the “not tonight, buddy” look and hesitated to glance back at Mr. Rusty. Then, without delay, Mr. Rusty continued to explain his statement. He said that if every young Christian couple decided to have 5 or 6 children and raise them up to be Godly adults, then our nation would be a Christian nation in few generations. Then he walked away. 

A few awkward moments passed while Gil and I waited for Mr. Rusty to walk far enough away so that he couldn’t hear us and then we released our embarrassment with laughter, hoping nobody else heard our short and unforgettable conversation with the legendary, Mr. Rusty.  We sat through the Bible study unable to pay attention to our pastor and thought through what we had just been told. He’s right. The Rusty Plan of Evangelism, as my husband and I have dearly labeled it, would work. This silly idea of raising our kids to be real, living, breathing, giving Christians with the idea of changing our world might just work. Did you read that? We can change the way the world looks for everyone we, and our children, encounter- if we are willing to work a bit harder and think a bit deeper before we set out with our parenting strategy. 

In his book entitled, Raising Worldly-Wise, but Innocent Kids, David Wyrtzen says, “effective parenting is more than teaching facts about life or the Bible. Our kids might be champion Bible trivia players, but that does not guarantee they will have moral character.” Knowing the words typed in our Bible is not the key to figuring out this thing called “life”. In fact, knowledge of those words is just the beginning to understanding the greatness God has for us. Just as a child becomes familiar with hearing his native tongue before he has the skills to speak it himself, so we can simply familiarize ourselves with the words of scripture before we are able to apply it to our situations. A safe time of learning the words of the Bible is wonderful and should be prioritized, but this will not provide the deep roots needed to help sustain life. We need more than memorizing Bible verses and fun songs. We need life altering directions and council from God and others in our lives that have walked the years before us.  

-----

Come back for the next installment of From Protected to Projected next week! Also, I would be deeply grateful if you'd share this with friends and family that might enjoy it. 

Love,
Lindsay

Comments

  1. I can't wait until I'm old enough to get away with saying things straight like Mr Rusty. :) YAy for evangelism. ;)

    ReplyDelete
  2. I agree, Lisa! Sometimes those statements are on the tip of my tongue…. one day, for sure.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

This Rocking Chair

While pregnant with my first child, my sweet in-laws bought me a rocking chair for the nursery. I picked this one because it was tall and strong. It had the perfect height arm rests for my tallness and I could rest my head back on it without breaking my neck. It also came from my favorite Amish furniture store in my hometown. It’s solid oak. Or is it solid cherry? I can’t remember, but it is solid something. 
This rocking chair is the place that I sat and nursed my babies every night. I remember watching countless sunrises or waking up from a sore neck after falling asleep holding one of them. I dealt with big feelings while sitting in that chair. I wrestled with loneliness, feeling like I was the only person in the whole planet awake, again. I sat in that chair and dug through emotions that come with pure exhaustion.I spent so much time in that chair that I learned the perfect launch sequence to somehow get myself to a standing position with a sleeping baby and carefully put her back …

Standing

I’ve been reading Strong and Weak by Andy Crouch with my Facebook reading group over the last few weeks. He defines “flourishing” differently that I would have initially, but after his explanation, I agree with him. My paraphrase of his definition is doing the thing that requires risk and all of you- and doing it with abandon. It doesn’t really matter if you succeed from the perspective of the onlookers, it doesn’t matter if you’re the best at it, it doesn’t matter if you entirely fulfill your goal. It’s the heart behind what you do, it’s the motivator for why you do what you do. 
I kept comparing his definition of flourishing to parenting initially, as did some of my friends who are also reading the book. Parenting is tough. It is a daily sacrifice and servanthood to little people who may or may not ever know. It’s a stretching past limits I previously thought I couldn’t reach. It’s relying on Jesus in a way I never knew...because I simply want to do it better than I’ve seen it done b…

The most embarrassing thing I have ever googled

I have recently decided that not only do I not like to cook or do dishes, I also have started to dislike grocery shopping. My poor family. This comes at a rather inopportune time also, since we are trying to continue down the path of eating healthy. However, avocados and protein balls don’t come in packages ready to eat, nor do they arrive on my doorstep prepared. This food we all want to eat just seems to require attention I’d rather give to other things and my personal assistant hasn’t show up yet. 
However, I think I have hit an all time low. I googled the most embarrassing thing this afternoon. You see, there wasn’t much left in the fridge or freezer because I avoid grocery shopping. But, being the good mom I am, I couldn’t let the kids go hungry. So I looked at the random foods we did have and asked google for help. 
Did you know there are about four dozen websites that give you ideas on what to do with frozen chicken nuggets? Now you do. And now I know 11 different ways to use the…