This week we welcome a guest to our Blog. Melanie Blignaut is a member of our Church and an accomplished writer. We’ve asked her to write about her experience of Easter as mother of two young girls. You can follow her writing at her blog ‘Wind in a Letterbox‘.
If there is one thing I have learned since becoming a mother, it is that I cannot make my children do something they do not want to do. For most things, that’s absolutely fine. But I cannot make them love Jesus – and the possibility that they won’t terrifies me. I can’t make them choose to follow Him – but I can show them who He is and pray that they really see Him, and want Him, and that their lives will honour Him.
My daughters are still little – three-and-a-half and 18 months old – and some would perhaps argue they are too young for me to be worrying about their salvation. Too young? Is there such a thing as too young for Jesus? I don’t think so. Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Luke 18:15-17) There must have been three-year-olds and 18-month-olds in the group of children the disciples were trying to chase away that day, yet Jesus called them all to Him.
This Easter, we began a new family tradition. For ten days, I did activities with the girls that pointed to the cross and focused on the Christ part of Easter. We didn’t deny the girls the experience of the Easter Bunny, but we wanted to make sure they understood that Easter is a Jesus-thing, not a chocolate-thing.
Another tradition is that my husband and I watch the film The Passion of the Christ every Easter, usually on the Eve of Good Friday. This year, for the first time, I had a glimpse of God’s Father-heart and what the cross cost Him. How humbling to think of it! My mother-heart, with my imperfect, selfish love, breaks at the thought that my daughters might not come to faith.
And God knows. God knows – and it is His heart’s desire that they choose to be His children too. His heart; His perfect, precious love for me, for them, for you – revealed in that moment on the cross when Jesus cried out, “It is finished.”