Three Eyes of Gatekeeping

Many jobs these days require not just multitasking but multi-roles that employers have workers do to save on hiring more employees. Sometimes these roles aren’t even explained, just given, and this leaves workers frustrated and stressed. But God is a different kind of employer. When He gives us a job, we may have multi-roles, but He always gives us direction to fulfill our roles. Such is the case with the job of being a homemaker, more illustratively known as a gatekeeper.

As a gatekeeper, a woman has to be like the Old Testament temple gatekeepers who had a panoramic view of the temple. They were posted at all four corners of the temple to make sure that God’s house was protected from predators and provided for by those selected to serve the temple. A woman with a panoramic view sees all sides of her and her family’s life so they can be on guard from the enemy’s attack and use this knowledge to benefit God’s kingdom.

Women must have hindsight, access the present and anticipate what is needed for the future. This is having a panoramic view of all sides of life. Isaiah 58:12 talks about the result of someone who looks at the ruins of the present, sees how the past has impacted the present, and because she decided to fast, she helps to positively impact the future: “And [they that shall be] of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.”

When a woman decides to take her job of gatekeeping seriously, she can repair brokenness, build up what was abandoned, and provide stable homes for many generations to come. She will be known by her works, being a wonderful example for many generations, who, too, will know how to be gatekeepers and help strengthen the kingdom of God.

Copyright 2009 by Rhonda J. Smith

Family Pride

My birth family circa the early '90s: (from left) my sister, Sharon; brother, Curtis Jr.; father, Curtis Sr.; mother, Santranella; and me

My birth family circa the early '90s: (from left) my sister, Sharon; brother, Curtis Jr.; father, Curtis Sr.; mother, Santranella; and me

When I was growing up in the 70s the kids on my block called my family The Brady Bunch because of the harmony in my home. Then in the 80s they called us the Cosbys (or Huxtables) because I came from a home with two college-educated parents who had professional jobs. And like all families, we had certain ways we did things and with those certain things came certain expectations for us and others: Every summer we took a family trip—“Hasn’t every family been somewhere together?”; We insisted that people eat every time that came to our home—“Why didn’t they offer us something to eat the whole time we were at their home?”; “We don’t handle things like that in our family”—“Why did they say that? Their family is tacky!” I can’t even recall the countless times that my mother was proud of the excellence displayed that she placed in us, her children. Whenever she witnessed or heard about one of our successful presentations, she would celebrate us like any proud parent would, but then she would go a little further and say something like, “I know you mine, but you were the best.”

My family dynamics and the words from my mother gave me great pride in my family. I became haughty—if only in my heart and most times that’s where it was—when a grown woman didn’t know how she should dress or what she should say and when she should say it, things that I learned in my family. She would rarely know how I despised her and exalted myself. These thoughts often remained with me (except when disgust would creep onto my face but would never show the depth of what I was feeling). To my mother’s credit, she also taught us to help others who may not have learned what she and my dad taught us. So I would help these unwitting souls, but for me, the pride message was stronger and went deeper. I really didn’t want to be bothered with no trifling women who didn’t know how to act. I wasn’t their mother and didn’t have time to teach them.

As I have grown in Christ, I have put away this strong black woman attitude and have taken on the Christian mantle of the strong understanding of the flaws of the weak (Romans 15:1). The Kingdom of God mindset is for us to remember that none of us was created equal, we are all members of one body that function differently, and we need each another (1 Corinthians 12). Even those outside of the Kingdom were created in God’s image and should be treated with the love and respect given to the almighty creator, Jesus Christ himself. Yes, pride can make you idolize your family, but being renewed by God’s word truly can help you to be a new person (2 Corinthians 3:18). I am changed so I know that God’s word has transforming power.
Copyright 2009 by Rhonda J. Smith

Mom's The Word on Motherhood Pride

Marilynn Griffith

Marilynn Griffith

Marilynn Griffith stops by today to talk about spiritual pride as a mom. She is the author of eight novels, mother to seven children, wife to a deacon and proof of God’s enduring mercy. One of her novels, If the Shoe Fits, served as a prop in Tyler Perry’s box office hit Why Did I Get Married? She has served as national Vice President of American Christian Fiction Writers and has served on faculty at several national writers conferences. When she’s not writing about friendship, family and faith, Marilynn blogs and speaks to women and writers.

Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.–Proverbs 16:18

At one point in my life, I think I took pride in my children. They knew their verses at church, treated people nice enough and were homeschooled and kept away from all the “bad” influences.

How naive I was. I forgot that they were spending most of their time with…ME! Now that I’ve had enough children to accept that their job is to make a fool out me in any way possible and lived long enough to
know that God’s grace is sufficient and much better than anything my weary flesh can muster, I am thankful that my kids aren’t scarred for life.

You see, the enemy is often inna-me as I once heard a preacher say. It’s my habits and attitudes (not my prayers and platitudes) that I’m now most concerned about. That and the fact that my youngest son is
intent on making everyone think I’m insane. This weekend, while at a relative’s house out of town, he picked up a six-pack of beer (which he’s only seen on TV, by the way). What do you think he fixed his mouth to say?

“I love beer. Can I have some?”

A few kids ago, I would have been a shrieking mess, swooping down on him like a hawk, shaking his shoulders for him to confess to everyone that he’d never had a beer or seen one in our home. These days, I just don’t have that kind of energy (and besides my mom was there to do it for me). What did I do? I laughed. The boy is an actor in his own movie.

My mother, however, was not amused.

“Have you ever had any beer?” she said, eyes narrowed.

“No, but I still love it. Want some?”

About then, I knew that we all needed a nap. I was reminded that whenever I put my faith in something or someone other than God, in the end, I will be disappointed. While there’s nothing wrong with desiring excellence in your family, remember that your children are not extensions of you, to be graded and paraded. They are a gift from God given for your care (and feeding!) until God releases them into their destiny, which is the same as ours–to change the world for Christ. Sometimes that means accepting that while life can be good, it’s rarely perfect.

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