What a day! Father, I am beat. A normal day of driving and adding a funeral and graveside service into the mix has left me weary and worn. Please, be with the family – may they find peace in the midst of their mourning. Amen.

2 Timothy 3:2b (<<click here to read the passage)

“…boastful and proud, scoffing at God…”

What this communicates to me, Lord, is not so much the idea that we stand defiantly against You in our pride and arrogance but more the idea that we are full of ourselves and think that You are not even worthy of our attention.

As I’ve read over this passage in the last few days, the phrase “disobedient to their parents” has stuck out. I realize that it’s wrong, but it seems rather mundane in comparison to “scoffing at God,” but when it is put together with “ungrateful” and considering “nothing sacred,” it all fits together.

It all begins on the home front. It is foundational that we bring up our children in the “nurture and admonition of the Lord” Ephesians 6:4 KJV. Nurture equals discipline, and admonition means a warning of behavior or being open to instruction. This is a very complicated issue, but it boils down to the fact that we don’t like being told what to do, and that attitude has been passed right along to our children, some even going so far as to feel it is wrong to make children obey or do things the way we think they should for fear that it may harm or stifle them in some way. But nothing could be farther from the truth. Out of our fear of discipline has come a generation (multiple ones now) of individuals who respect no authority whatsoever – much less You, Lord…and our world is crumbling around us because of it.

Everyone does what they want, when and how they want, with relatively few restraints – what a mess! Lord, begin with me – continue to guide and direct me, wash me, instruct me so that I may stand in the strength and wisdom only You can provide, and then help me to proclaim You and that mindset to those around me.

(Nov 23rd, 2015, Mon, 5:35 am)
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