I was raised in a strict, religious home.
We rarely missed church and I got saved on a regular basis.
You know, because I didn’t want to go to Hell. It was dangled over us because it was the destination for the sinful.
Oh, yeah, it was one of those churches. And boy, could I tell you some stories.
Looking back, I don’t have any huge regrets for my upbringing.
Because, I turned out so swell.
But when I became a parent, my hubby and I decided we wanted grace to be the prevalent theme in our home rather than condemnation.
And so, we strive to teach our children to obey out of love for God and love for others. Not because there’s a deep, dark hot place for those who don’t.
That’s gone pretty well.
The other day, my daughter and son were being silly at dinner. My daughter tried to trick us with a story. I started teasing her, trying to get her to tell the truth.
Without thinking, I said, “Oh, you lie, you fry!”
“What?” she asked.
And so I tried to explain the saying I remembered from my childhood. “You know, if you tell a lie, you go down there . . . “ and I pointed to the ground and I laughed.
She looked alarmed.
The more I tried to explain, the more confused she looked. And of course, now I had my son’s attention too.
My kids know we expect the truth and that lying is wrong.
But frying in Hell? That changed things up a bit.
I started to change the subject with my daughter because I regretted my teasing. But my son caught my attention. He had moved from the dinner table and bowed his head.
I nearly laughed when I realized he was praying!
When he finished, he looked at me, shrugged, and said, “I was praying, you know, just in case. I can’t remember if I’ve lied lately, but I don’t want to fry!”
Hmmm…. Maybe that little saying would come in handy, once in awhile.
Food for the Soul:
“Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.”- Romans 12:15