| April 23 2006 |
MY CHILDREN
The sense of ownership in general is always to be encouraged. The humans are always putting up claims to ownership which sound equally funny in Heaven and in Hell, and we must keep them doing so. Much of the modern resistance to chastity comes from men's belief that they "own" their bodies -- those vast and perilous estates, pulsating with the energy that made the worlds, in which they find themselves without their consent and from which they are ejected at the pleasure of Another!
...We produce this sense of ownership not only by pride but by confusion. We teach them not to notice the different senses of the possessive pronoun -- the finely graded differences that run from "my boots" through "my dog," "my servant," "my wife," "my father," my master," and "my country," to "my God." They can be taught to reduce all these senses to that of "my boots," the "my" of ownership. Even in the nursery a child can be taught to mean by "my Teddy bear," ..."the bear I can pull to pieces if I like." C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
The great lie of our culture's assumptions about childbearing, contraception, and abortion is that we as parents or potential parents are as God, determining good and evil, with the power of life or death. But the lie does not stop with the illusion of a decision to grant or not to grant life to a child.
Some time ago, I found myself pondering the question of why it was so much easier for me to be patient with the sins of other people's children than with my own -- even when the parents were not present and would likely never know how patient or impatient I had been with the child they had temporarily entrusted to my care. When alone with them, relatively minor and temporal annoyances from my own flesh and blood might betray me into loss of temper, but much worse behavior was dealt with calmly, patiently, and irreproachably if the child in question were not my own.
There are many causes one might bring to bear on such a question, but what flashed through my mind was the sudden and life-changing insight that my loss of temper over my children's sins was symptomatic of great self-deception. That these were, in fact, not my children, and that the Father who had entrusted them to me was entirely and constantly aware of the quality of my care for them.
Posted by Sora at 9 : 59 pm |
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