Can I confess something? Promise you won’t judge me? Okay – you probably will make certain judgments – how about just promise you won’t judge me too harshly?
Here it is…
Since Olivia was born, we have only been to church once… and that was on Christmas Eve!
I know – I am terrible! But please understand – I am NOT a morning person. When Jackson was a baby, we were going to a church just five minutes from our house and they had an evening service. I LOVE evening services. By evening I am ready to learn, worship and fellowship. In the morning – no – all I want to hear from is pastor pillow.
A few years ago, we switched churches. Our new church is 20 minutes away and it starts at 9:30am! Now that may sound just fine to you. But not for me. Olivia has been on a late sleep schedule since she arrived – and I am just not ready to leave the house at 9am on Sunday morning. At 9am on Sunday morning I am ready to hand my children to my husband and crash for a few hours. (During the week, I usually work till about 2am. Add to that a nursing infant, and by the weekend I am just about dying.)
So, to make up for my son missing an entire year of Sunday School, I try to do my best to teach him. (Yes – I know a good way to teach him would be to get my tired body out of bed and get to church. But remember – you promised not to judge me too harshly. I know I am far from the perfect parent!)
One of the ways I try to immerse him in the values and teaching of the Bible is to listen to Christian music in the car. I love that he is hearing positive messages and trying to work out what faith means to the people making the music.
Now, I don’t mean that I don’t let Jackson listen to mainstream music. I love mainstream music and I do listen to some of it with Jackson. But Jackson is a very thoughtful, perceptive child. So listening to a mainstream radio station can be dangerous. He is taking in everything. Not much gets past that kid. And some of the stuff that is said… well it takes some explaining (to put it lightly!)
I turned down the music and answered, “That is a very good question Jackson. I think it comes from a Hebrew word which means to praise God – to tell God how much we love him. But you know – I am not exactly sure if it is a Hebrew word or an English translation of a Hebrew word. When we get home we should look it up online.”
When Jackson asks me such questions – and it happens quite often actually – I can tell that he is really listening to the music and to what the words mean. Jackson wants to know what people are singing about and why. Which reaffirms to me that I need to be careful what I am listening to.
His little ears are taking it all in and it is forming his worldview. And personally, I prefer to answer, “Mom, what does ‘Hallelujah’ mean?” over “Mom, what does ‘booty’ mean” any day!
P.S. I purchased the entire Give Yourself Away album and I highly recommend it.