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What I Tell My Pre-Teen About Porn

pre teen with screen time

Yesterday, I did a quick check-in with my preteen daughter about how her heart and mind were doing re: inadvertent exposure to sexual or violent images. I use different words, of course. Otherwise, the very act of asking about things could create trouble—and I surely don’t want to do that! But as we were there, nose-to-nose, snuggling and talking about important things, I asked if she had seen anything troubling or tempting on any technology or on a bookshelf at a friend’s home or in a store, etc.

She mentioned how the title “The Lady with the Dragon Tattoo” had created in her a desire for a second glance when she saw it on a bookshelf at a friend’s home, but that was pretty much it. She didn’t explore it and she wasn’t having any troubling thoughts about it.

I thanked her for sharing about this important part of her life (as I always do). I reiterated what an honor it was to pray for her about such things, especially as she continues to mature and have more and more opportunities to glance longer and longer and things that might seems so … interesting. Enticing. (As adults, the term “titillating” would be an appropriate descriptor.)

And then I told her a variation of what I tell her pretty much every single time we venture into this area of life. My spiel goes something like this:

“My darling daughter. I hope you know that when daddy and I talk about these things with you, and urge you to be careful, wise, and intentional about avoiding these things, we’re not trying to keep something good from you. We’re not standing here, body-blocking you from something super fun and interesting and beautiful because we just want you to have a drag of a life and we don’t want you to be blessed.

When I ask you about these things; when I pray and beg God for His protection for you; when I counsel you to STAY AWAY FROM THESE IMAGES AND SOUNDSI am doing it because I SO long for you to NEVER have to deal with the ramifications of them being inside of you. Not even for ONE MINUTE.

Like a drop of black ink spreading throughout a clear glass of crystal clean water, these sounds and images get into our brains in a darkening, clouding way.

Of course, God gives us grace. You know my story. You know that by the time I was your age, my mind was bombarded by hundreds, thousands, of images and sounds that I wish I never knew existed. And God was so gracious and is so gracious to help me—to save me and sanctify me and my memories so that, by His grace alone, daddy and I enjoy a happy, sweet, fun, intimate life together.

But. It has still been hard. Very hard. It was hard for me as a child. Harder still as a teenager and young adult. Hard when I met and fell in love with your daddy and we were married and we began the good, pure, God-honoring, strong, cement-together-one-man-and-one-woman-for-LIFE, aspect of our intimate life together. At the worst possible times, specific images would come into my mind from 1974. 1975. Preschool! Kindergarten! Images that my five year-old self didn’t understand; that provoked strong physical and emotional responses in me; things that brought me shame; things that warped my view of women and of men and of sexuality. Forty years later, I remember exactly what I saw and what I felt and how I didn’t understand either. And this, my dear, is what I want to protect you from to the utmost of my ability.

Yes, we live in a hyper-erotic society. Yes, billboards are everywhere. Sounds are everywhere. Even our careful use of Netflix and iTunes with no “real” tv cannot protect you as you continue to grow up and are in increasingly unsupervised situations with increasing amounts of opportunities to look. And look again. And again.

That’s why I ask you direct questions now. I tell you the stories of the GOOD (because this aspect of life IS SO GOOD in its proper context). I try to give age-appropriate warnings and, like so many aspects of life, I pray that you will NOT be like me.

God gives us grace! I am a living testimony to that. But it would be far, far better to just avoid the disastrous poison of sexually explicit and exploitave images and sounds.”

(‘Course, that’s not even going down the whole rabbit trail of why we live the way we do as a family so that every single month we can donate to International Justice Mission so that we can be one tiny part of trying to rescue victims of violence, sexual exploitation, and slavery—a whole ‘nother aspect of this conversation that, it seems to me, we MUST be having with our children.)

Is this a hard topic for you? It is for me too. Maybe you’ll want to read some of my other posts for encouragement and practical helps.

Oh. And Mary? I don’t think I would have shared this story if I hadn’t been encouraged by your blog post that recently showed up in my stats/feed. Thank you, my friend. I love you. And maybe our combined efforts will keep even just one child from the statistically “guaranteed” early childhood inadvertent exposure to porn. I pray that it is so.

For the glory of the Lord and His Bride—and the protection of the children in our care,
Tara B.

Things You Should Know About Child Sexual Offenders (And a story of how my friends protected Sophia at a farmer’s market when she was only six years old …)

I do not want to raise my children to live lives of fear. I do not want them to think that most “don’t knows” are out to harm them. (We use the Safe Side Super Chick term “don’t know” rather than “stranger” because most people who do hurt children are not strangers—they are “kinda knows.” Children kinda know their coaches, their distant uncles, the nice new man at their church.)

At the same time, I do not want to raise them to be naive. Even in just my brief time leading The Institute for Christian Conciliation, I learned of many cases of children being molested in churches. Most churches and most Christians are just way too trusting of people! And sexual predators prey on churches. They do. If you don’t think they do, then you are either misinformed or ignorant and I urge you to get informed rightly. (And please don’t think you can tell a child sexual offender by how they look! They will not be creepy. They will be the most clean-cut, Bible-carrying, know all the right things to say and do, people you meet.)

Do you have policies in place to protect children from these wolves in sheep’s clothing? Do you regularly talk with children about safe-side rules? How they can (and should) look out for one another / stick together / let safe-side-grownups know where they are at all times / trust their instincts if someone is too close to their personal space / not obey every adult command of a kinda-know / NEVER think it is safe or appropriate for an adult to ask a child for help (finding their lost puppy / getting directions) / NEVER be frightened into keeping secrets from their parents (“If you tell anyone, I will hurt you/them/your baby sister.”) / learn to yell, “This is not my mom! This is not my dad!” rather than just screaming if someone ever did try to force you to go with them in a public setting. (Most of us would quickly tune out a small child seemingly having a tantrum or being defiant if we just thought they were with their parents. But if a child were to be grabbed by an adult and that child would yell, “This is not my dad! This is not my dad!”, every adult within earshot would come to that child’s defense. It’s true.)

But even with policies and training, nothing beats vigilance. Let me give you one example from our family’s life …

Sophia has been blessed to serve in the Ceilidh Fiddlers since she was very young (age 6). Because she fiddles at the level of adults, she has been in many situations that would never be appropriate for a child to be left in on her own: corporate events at large hotels, weddings at fancy restaurants/bars, and every summer at our local farmer’s market …

(As an aside … don’t you love how her sash goes all the way down to the ground because she is just such a little muchkin in this photo?)

Well. The summer she was six years old, we had a situation at the farmer’s market that reminded me that children are children and even with consistent training and reminders and prayer and conversations, they are still easily manipulated by adults and they need our vigilant protection. This is what happened …

Ella and I needed to get home, so I asked two women I trust to be Sophie’s safe-side-grownups while she was fiddling and (especially) during the break. I made sure Sophie knew that these adults were in charge and she was to stick by them, keep them informed of what she was doing, listen to their counsel, etc. (The two women are close friends whom I trust greatly.)

When the gig was done and Sophie was brought home, one of the moms told me that an adult had been taking LOTS of photos of Sophia, including very up-close photos, as she was fiddling. Now. This person may have just been amazed that a little girl could fiddle at those tempos. Lots of people just like to take beautiful pictures of sunny Montana days—so maybe that was all there was to it. But we just don’t know. And the safety antennae on my friends’ heads went UP even as my daughter’s naiveté kicked into gear.

She told me later that, yes, she thought it was a little strange, but also that she found it flattering that a grownup was taking only pictures of HER and not the other fiddlers (!!!!). Oh oh oh. What a human response! What a childish response. What a response that needs protection from adults. And that is just what she had … my friends went right up to the photographer and said, “Why are you taking pictures of that little girl? That is not appropriate. You need to delete those photos of her RIGHT NOW in front of us.” And so it was. And that was that.

But seriously, friends. We have got to work together on this. We need to find a shared language with our friends and church family so that we are all on the same team, working towards the same goals. (And, by the way, I do not mean to imply that predators and their families are not in need of ministry help too. They are! And for the predators, criminal prosecution help too! But that is not my focus in this post.)

Please. If you haven’t yet educated yourself on this topic; if you’re not talking with your children (age appropriately!); start today. Here are two brief, but excellent places to begin educating yourself:

G.R.A.C.E. (Godly Response to Abuse in the Christian Environment): Common Questions

Fact Sheet: What You Need to Know About Sex Offenders

I have also posted on this topic before and I have a number of links in this recent post that would be worth your time:

Child Abuse in the Church: Justice Can Be Grace

I hope I don’t sound shrill. But I likewise hope you take this very seriously. I know personally how hard it is to overcome the scars of sexual sins that are done to us when we are children. God is sufficient! There is always hope and help in time of need. But as adults, I truly pray that we are all doing everything we can to help our children to avoid this particular suffering.

Thanks, friends. Off into my day now …

Tara B.

If you’d to see a fun video of Sophia playing her very first song at her very first fiddler rehearsal, this is a great one:

Sophie and I still laugh at the tempo we practiced at home. We thought it was fast enough and she was ready for this rehearsal. But the tempo they play it at is SMOKIN’ FAST. If you watch until 1:37, you’ll see her little six year-old eyes sort of glance around the room as her fingers kept up with a ZILLION notes. Sophie and I have laughed many times in viewing this video as we both think: “I can’t believe six year-old Sophie’s fingers are doing that!” It truly is the fruit of a LOT of very slow practice. But even so, this is a very fast fiddle piece for a first song. :)

Child Abuse in the Church: Justice Can be Grace

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I greatly appreciated this link from Challies and I urge you to read it and listen to its counsel:

 Safeguarding Against Abuse in the Church

The only thing I would add is that it’s never too young to (age-appropriately) begin talking with children about these things. Let me give you an example …

When Sophia was little, my assigned task at our little homeschooling co-op was theology and parties. (Great job I have, eh?!) One Christmas Co-Op Party sticks out in my mind because that week, a dear friend had shared with me more details of how she was sexually abused for years by her own father, pastor, and other church leaders (many of whom are in jail now because they molested hundreds of children). So MAN! Was it heavy on my heart to be sure I was doing everything I could to carefully teach the children about authority. 

Just like I do every week, I led the children in reviewing the photos and names of all of our elders (and then praying for them) and then I gave my mini-lesson on authority (which they nail 100% now because we’ve reviewed it every week of school):

  • We’re all under God’s authority.
  • In addition, there are FOUR spheres of authority that we should always be aware of: family, workplace, civil, and church.
  • We obey God’s authority absolutely. But all other authority is derived from God’s authority and thus, it is limited. 

What does that mean? Ask one of my 3 year olds or 5 year olds! They know:

  • If our swim teacher commanded us to sit on the side of the pool during a lesson, that is an appropriate use of authority. We should obey, without delay, without complaint. But if that same swim teacher showed up at Target and commanded us to get into his car and go with him, we must not obey. That is beyond his sphere of authority.
  • If our pastor commanded us to sin, we must not obey. If our daddy’s boss at work commanded him to lie or cheat or steal, he must not obey. If our mother or father commanded us to deny Christ, we must not obey. So what would we do in those situations? We would get help. From whom? From people in authority—daddies are under authority; mommies are under authority; pastors are under authority; bosses are under authority; citizens are under authority.

My precious little lovie muffins dressed all in cheery Christmas red had NO idea that by talking for mere minutes each week about authority (and the limits on authority and the appeal structures that are available), I am (hopefully!) laying the groundwork for them to stand up and stand strong and say, “NO!” if someone in authority were ever to hurt them. They have no idea of the horrors of child sexual abuse, nor should they. But I know. I’m all cheery in my red and green and happy in my Santa hat and together we talk about this important stuff with clapping and affirmations of “spot on!” and “great answer!” But deep inside, my chest is tight with grief because every time I teach on authority, I think of this beloved friend who was molested for years by her church leaders and her father. Years of the most heinous abuse you can imagine. (When she first began to share specifics with me, I was physically sick.) I know how quickly the good gifts of authority, leadership, and submission can be warped into wickedness. So even while I LOVE training children on the blessings of obedience, I never, never want to even come CLOSE to training them to think they have to blindly “submit” to authority or to think that they are powerless to get help.

I think that Pastor Jared Wilson’ sixth point in the article I linked to above addresses this perfectly:

“We must understand that the gospel is often a severe mercy to abusers, even genuinely repentant ones, and so it means consequences — disciplinary in the church, legal outside — and accountability. Too often “grace” for the abuser adds more abuse to his or her victim. But justice can be grace.”

Amen to that! “Justice can be grace.”

Having been involved in too many abuse situations as a church member helping my pastors, as a conciliator/back when I was the Director of the Institute for Christian Conciliation at Peacemaker Ministries (abuse cases in the church are sickeningly and heart-breakingly far too common and they cause a LOT of conflict), and even just as a friend who cries tears often over the suffering that my godly, beautiful, precious friends have experienced through abuse in the church, I would even go so far as to say that sometimes, grace must be justice. Sometimes, in order to be real grace, it has to come with a badge and a gun and a bigger and stronger man with the authority to take a violent man to jail.

And friends? This is not a problem that is “out there” in some other church, in some other community. If you are closing your eyes to the real risk of child sexual abuse in the church or physical abuse in your seemingly OK married couples’ lives, you are naive and foolish and not living up to your membership vows. Please. Get. Educated. And then gently, prayerfully, but intentionally, help your church leaders to implement strategies to protect their sheep.

Here are some things you might want to read to get started. This is not a topic that you want to wait until something tragic happens and then think that you and your church leaders and members can somehow just jump in and be prepared to respond wisely. Like all important things, this will take effort:

Now that I’ve probably totally freaked you out, let me start my close with something even more awful. The words of a predator—and that is a correct term because child sexual abusers prey on churches. They do. And don’t look for a shaggy, disheveled, scary looking guy. Look at the most clean-cut, correct Bible-carrying, knows all the right words, super-duper-nice guy. Listen to how one abuser explained how he targeted his victims in the church:

“First of all, you start the grooming process from day one…the children that you’re interested in…You find a child you might be attracted to…For me, it might be nobody fat. It had to be a you know, a nice-looking child…You maybe look at a kid that doesn’t have a father image at home. You know, you start deducting. Well, this kid may not have a father, or a father that cares about him. Some kids have fathers but they’re not there with them…Say if you’ve got a group of twenty-five kids, you might find nine that are appealing…Then you start looking at their family backgrounds…Then you find out which ones are most accessible. Then eventually you get it down to the one you think is the easiest target, and that’s the one you do.”


We. Must. Be. Wise.

But we also don’t want to unnecessarily frighten our children or raise them to think that every single adult in their lives is out there to hurt them. That would be awful too!

In our family, we really love how the Safe Side Super Chick materials teach us to eschew the term “stranger” with our children (because most abuse does NOT happen at the hands of a stranger) and instead uses three terms:

  1. Safe Side Grownup
  2. Kinda Know
  3. Don’t Know

Our safe-side grownups would lay down their lives for us; they would never, never, never hurt us. We can trust them in any situation at any time. For example, if Auntie Samara came up to Sophia in Target and said, “Sophie! Come with me right now!” Sophie should take her hand and go wherever Auntie Samara says because we would trust her to RAISE our children. She is a Safe Side Grownup.

A kinda-know grownup is someone we kinda-know. Like a soccer coach, orchestra conductor, a youth worker at church. We kinda know them and they have some level of limited authority over us. We listen to them and obey them, but with limits. (Sit on the side of the pool? Yes. Leave Target with me? No. Allow me to touch your private area? NO NO NO!)

A don’t-know is a person we don’t know. And probably? They would never intentionally hurt us. Most adults we pass in life would not stalk or prey on or abuse or harm a child. Just the opposite in fact! Think of how quickly moms keep their distance but start to surround a toddler who is not clearly with another mom when shopping at a store. Everyone’s eyes are darting, everyone is thinking, “Where is the mom? Where is the mom?” Everyone is ready to POUNCE if someone tried to snatch that child or harm that child. And when, a nanosecond later, the mom runs up and scoops up the child and says, “There you are!” And he throws his arms around his momma’s neck and kisses her, we all wordlessly disperse. Why? Because most don’t knows would throw themselves between even an unknown child and danger. But we just don’t know. And so we are careful. Wise. Appropriate.

Running hypotheticals with your kiddos can really help with all of this too. It’s fun. Safe. But it’s also excellent practice.

Whew! I guess I feel passionate about this subject. Hope that some of the ideas contained herein are helpful to you.

May we do all we can to keep our precious children safe!

Tara B.

PCA Women’s Ministry Connection Series – Videos on Key Doctrines and Women’s Ministry Topics

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I am so grateful for the entire PCA Discipleship Ministries team (PCA = my denomination, the Presbyterian Church in America)! Their prayerful, sacrificial and wise ministry creates wonderful, biblical, Christ-centered resources and events for our denomination and I thank God for them every day.

This year, the PCA women’s ministry is releasing a series videos to help connect women to key doctrines and Women’s Ministry topics. Each video is paired with questions for your own personal reflection and to encourage conversation and connection among your women’s ministry too. I encourage you to check them all out! I was so honored to get to participate:

To access the other videos and the discussion questions for the PCA Women’s Ministry Connection series, click here. With videos by Melissa Kruger, Susan Hunt, Ellen Dykas, Courtney Doctor (and many more!), you definitely do not want to miss this series. (Oh! How I admire and deeply appreciate these women.)

Sending my love and praying for peace—

Your friend,
Tara B.

Some Hope re: a Stubborn Child’s Heart …

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Yes, we believe in faith (and pray accordingly) that our lovely little girl is the Lord’s beloved child. Yes, we trust that God is at work in her (totally depraved) heart and calling her to faith and obedience. But. It can be easy to be discouraged when fits continue and defiance continues. Like one specific time I remember from back when she was around two years old. We had all been in a bad stretch of discouragement parenting-wise. At times, we thought there were some glimmers of “getting it” re: authority / respectful appeals, etc. But then, there would still be occasional times of what felt-like a constant stream of fits.

But then, this one time …

I was changing her diaper and telling her that it was naptime. And she (very politely) said:

“No thank you naptime.”

I commended her for being so polite, but I also (gently) explained that I wasn’t asking for her preference, I was giving her a command: “You must nap now.”

Oh! That did not go over well. She didn’t like that response ONE BIT. And so she pushed back in a very angry, defiant way. I disciplined her; prayed with her; we were reconciled; and we tried it again …

“Darling? God made little children’s bodies to need sleep. And right now, it is time to nap. If you cannot sleep, you can just put your head down on your pillow and rest quietly. But this is what you must do. Right now.”

And again, my amazingly wonderful strong-willed child gave the ol’, “NO!!” tantrum response. Again. So I disciplined her and prayed with her. Again. We were reconciled and we tried it again:

“Sweetheart? The path of obedience to God and to his commandments (“honor your father and mother”) is a path that is filled with the blessings and joys of righteousness. On this path, my precious child? You are kept SAFE. You are most HAPPY (in that blessed / hessed / really happy sense).

God wants your best. Your mommy wants your best. So now, dear child, please listen to me when I command you to put your head on your pillow and be silent and rest.”

This time, she paused. She cuddled into me even more and I could hear her whispering to herself—she was SO CLEARLY in the battle against her three enemies!—my sweet little one was in the battle of the ages and I was holding her, kissing her, praying silently for her and cheering her on (inside my heart) as I heard:

“(Inaudible murmurings of) shwishwishwish “NAPTIME!!” … shwishwishwish “NO. Thank. You.” … shwishwishwish “Must obey Momma. Momma in charge!” … shwishwishwish “Good things come when I obey God and Mom”

(And then!)

(Spoken so clearly!)

“Yes, Momma.” And she laid down and took her nap.

For this tired ol’ Momma? Well! This moment was a true grace. Even years later, I find it such a privilege to remember this parenting moment and all of the millions of other parenting moments when I have the privilege of talking with her about the things that really do matter the most in all of life.

Today gave me another one of these sweet evidences of God’s work in my young daughter’s heart …

This morning, she and I had been taking turns reading out loud our New Testament reading from Ephesians 2. When she reached the sentences that specifically stated that “the prince of the power of the air” (v2) is at work in “the sons of disobedience” (!!) … she had to STOP and really think about that/talk about that with me.

And then she go to read out loud two of our favorite words in the entire Bible:

BUT GOD (v4)

But God didn’t wait for us to DO BETTER and BE BETTER before He would condescend to save us—NO! In fact, it was “even when we were dead in our trespasses” that God “made us alive together with Christ” (v5)!!

Wow! Oh! Wow! It was like she was hearing this for the first time (which I assure you she was not)—but she just LIT UP at the Word of God clearly stating that God is “RICH in mercy” towards her (v3)! And that God’s love for her is “GREAT” (v4)!

What. A. Moment. What a privilege! To share the gospel with anyone and everyone, to the ends of the earth, and to the tiny person tucked next to me in bed with me, my beloved child.

Thank You, God! Thank you for these, and so many other blessings.

My life is just so much better than I could ever deserve.


Your friend,
Tara B.

TWO FREE COPIES of Peacemaking Women in SPANISH! – Mujer Pacificadora (Esperanza biblica para la resolucion de conflictos)

My publisher just sent me TWO copies of Mujer Pacificadora (Peacemaking Women in SPANISH) that I would LOVE to share with a Spanish-speaking friend / blog lurker / ministry / whomever!

Leave a comment on this post and make your case for why I should send you the book and I’ll pick two winners sometime this week and send the books on their way.

(And if this topic interests you at all—please PRAY for our family as we are trying SO HARD to raise the $12,000 needed to get the peacemaking women’s VIDEO series dubbed into Spanish. I would SO love to give that resource away at cost or for free to my dear sisters in Christ in Latin America/Spanish Speaking cultures!)

Thanks, friends.
I mean: Gracias amigas!

Te amo y ruego por que tan a menudo! Your friend, Tara B.

Forgiven — Not Just Our Sin, But the GUILT of Our Sin

hiding face child

One of our family’s favorite Psalms is Psalm 32. I really can’t imagine parenting without it.

As one example of why it is so necessary to us, years ago, my husband and young daughter were reading through The Hobbit and Fred had to correct her attitude on something.

I wouldn’t have even known about this little exchange because I was upstairs at the time, in an entirely different area of the house, preparing (“coincidentally”) for our women’s study that week on Psalm 32, but the weeping child roused me and I headed downstairs to see what was going on.

(BTW— meditating on Scripture, praying, and looking up theological terms that I could not easily define and distinguish from one another had really helped to prepare me to help when I came downstairs to find a weeping six year-old cowering under an end table and a husband looking at me with that, “Any ideas?” look that we often have in parenting.)

From Fred’s perspective, our daughter had apologized and he had forgiven her. It should have been a done-deal-forgiven-covered-”I’ve chosen not to remember this any more”-kind of situation. But she was inconsolable. She didn’t want to look at Fred (or me once I came downstairs). Even when she climbed up onto my lap, she kept her eyes closed tight. (Reminding me, in a pathos-laden way, of an ostrich avoiding life by hiding only its head in the sand.)

And so we did what we have to do for one another all the time too—we spoke truth to Sophia and gently urged her to believe truth more than her emotions. This is what I told her:

God not only forgives our sin, He forgives the iniquity (“awon”, perverseness, wickedness, crookedness, guilt) of our sin.

Christ made atonement on the Cross for our sin. Christ’s expiation of our sin means that He paid the penalty for our transgression and thus, it will no longer be held against us.

As a result of Christ’s expiation, God is propitiated. He is fully appeased. He is no longer angry with us. Though we are often sinful and unbelieving, by grace, by faith, through the finished work of Christ on the Cross, God’s attitude towards us is full of favor.

We don’t have to hide or be afraid. God is not a liar. Daddy is not a liar.

Believe truth more than your passionate feelings. Jesus is The Way and The Truth and The Life. You don’t have to be afraid any more. You are restored to full fellowship with God and with this family. Now. Let’s go on with our night.

(And then I gave into one of her favorite desires and tickled her until she laughed so hard she forgot how sad she was supposedly supposed to be feeling.)

Thank God for both expiation and propitiation!

Your grateful friend,
Tara B.

Psalm 32

Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven,
whose sin is covered.
Blessed is the man against whom the Lord counts no iniquity,
and in whose spirit there is no deceit …

I acknowledged my sin to you,
and I did not cover my iniquity;
I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,’
and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

… Many are the sorrows of the wicked,
but steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the Lord.
Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, O righteous,
and shout for joy, all you upright in heart!

FREE Seeds Family Worship Discs 1-7


Dear friends,

Over a year ago, Maryanne Challies Helms recommended Seeds Family Worship CDs to our family and it reminded me that my good friend, Jennie S. had made a similar recommendation in the past—so I bought the CDs and wow! Does Ella LOVE to jam to Scripture. They are (in addition to Jubilant Sykes gospel songs) her favorites for Mommy-Ella jammin’ out while running errands time.

I will warn you that it took me awhile to warm up to them—very, very repetitive and very “pop/rock” sound to my old ears—but Ella’s enthusiasm/delight and her amazing retention of Scripture from them have combined to make me a fan.

And now, if you’d like to try them out, I am giving away the first seven audio CDs! I can do this because Seeds does this great marketing thing of sending TWO audio CDs every time you order ONE. (Do any of you old timers remember when Little Caeser’s pizza used to do this? Pizza Pizza! Many a late night college study session fueled by that little 1980′s marketing gem.)

I have no preference on sending all seven discs to one person—or just one disc to the first seven people who contact me and let me know they are interested.

Let’s set an end date and time, though, shall we? How about …

1. Click here and contact me to let me know you’d like a Seeds Family Worship Audio CD

2. As a birthday present to myself, I’ll send the discs out on June 8 … so please let me know by Sunday, June 7 if you are interested. If only one of you has contacted me, I’ll send you all seven. If more, I’ll share them among the interested blog readers.

Sound like fun?

(I wonder if any of you will de-lurk and get some free music?!)

Happy Wednesday–
Tara B.

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Thank you SO very much to everyone who has emailed me such kind and encouraging words—and for your interest in the Seeds Family Worship CDs too! In the first day alone, I had heard from far more than seven people—so I’m going to drop the names in Random Number Generator and send the CDs out one to each of seven people. I hope they are a blessing to you and to the (lovely!) young people that you mentioned.

I simply cannot say how much it meant to me to hear your sweet and edifying words, dear de-lurker blog readers. Thank you! I appreciate you so much. — tkb

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All the Graces of Christianity Connected

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I first heard the terms “charitable presumption” and “charitable judgment” from Ken Sande, founder of Peacemaker Ministries and RelationalWisdom360. But I first experienced repeated charitable presumptions and judgments in my relationship with my husband, Fred.

Fred is a man who embodies 1 Corinthians 13:4-7:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

In his excellent (must read!) articleCharitable Judgments: An Antidote to Judging Others, Ken Sande teaches that charitable judgments are implicit in this teaching on love from the Apostle Paul. Ken writes:

Pay special attention to the last sentence: Paul teaches that love “always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” In other words, love always looks for reasonable ways to trust others, to hope that they are doing what is right, and to interpret their words and actions in a way that protects their reputation and credibility. This is the essence of charitable judgments.

I agree. I also think that learning to be charitable is one of the most powerful and effective ways we have of testifying to the reality of the One True Living Triune God and his gospel message of salvation revealed in Jesus Christ. As we learn to love in a way that presumes the best about others (even people who have hurt us and are currently hurting us), we learn to charitably “cover over a multitude of sins” (1 Peter 4:8); to “overlook an offense” (Proverbs 19:11); to forgive “just as in Christ we have been forgiven” (Colossians 3). This means that our lives begin to be marked by what Pastor Colin Smith describes as The Seven Distinguishing Marks  of Genuine Love.

And who doesn’t want to be genuinely loved in the world?

The reason I am thinking about this topic so much this morning is because, for the millionth+ time in our near-twenty year marriage, my husband was charitable towards me. The entire exchange took less than one minute, but I can’t stop thinking about it. The weight of the glory of God revealed in this brief conversation made me gasp internally at the time and I’ve been reflecting on it for hours since then. This is what happened:

As he unloaded the dishwasher, set out the breakfast dishes for the children, and made his own lunch (all things he has done thousands of times and all things that I used to condemn myself over because “a good Christian wife” would be doing those things), Fred made me a cup of tea.

I haven’t slept more than two consecutive hours in three days. (I have a lifelong struggle with insomnia.) I am on day four of a terrible, chesty cold that makes it impossible to speak above a whisper or breathe without minutes of spasming coughing. And a near-paralyzing migraine hurt me so badly almost all night and early this morning, that this morning I seriously didn’t know if I could keep my own children safe for a day at home, more or less do anything redemptive and fun with them. (I’m just such a pathetic, tired, weak woman at times like this—I really am not good for anything productive.)

So sitting at our kitchen table, when Fred took two minutes and made me the most wonderful cup of tea I think I have ever had, I said to him, “I have longed for a cup of tea for two days. How ridiculous am I that I haven’t just gotten out of bed and made myself a cup of tea in two entire days?”

To which Fred replied (instinctively), “How much that reflects, Tara, just how terrible you have been feeling.” 

What a kind word. What a charitable, merciful, gracious presumption. What a simple example of a husband loving his wife; a friend loving a friend; a brother loving a sister; a Christian loving others in such a way as to reflect God’s love toward his children.

What do I mean? Well. The truth is that God bears with us over and over again. He never tires of forgiving us. At the times we are most prone to being overly harsh with ourselves, he is fatherly and shepherdly in his gentle care of us. (BTW—If you, like me, have struggled to believe this, I urge you to read Ed Welch’s Preface  to his amazing book, Running Scared: Fear, Worry, and the God of Rest. It is simply one of the most succinct and memorable examples of the difference between a judicial warning (which has a threatening overtone) and parental encouragement (which aims to comfort) that I have ever read. As he has done so many times, in just one paragraph, Dr. Welch has changed my entire life by improving my understanding of the character of God revealed in the teaching of Scripture.)

So this morning? In twelve words, twelve charitable words, Fred beat back any temptations I had to berate myself for being “lazy” and “bad” and a “failure” as a wife and mother. Fred gave me permission to be the weak woman I am. (I never thought I would be so weak as a Christian woman!) And he poured courage into my heart to trust in the steadfast love of God and the steadfast love of my best friend and husband.

Oh, how I want to be a woman who is charitable—not just just to the people who are kind to me. (Isn’t it always easy to think the best about our best friends? to love those who love us?) But oh! to be like our Heavenly Father who is “kind to the ungrateful and evil” (Luke 6:27-36)? The people who reject us. Judge us. Attack us. Not even value us enough to notice us or care about us. Oh, how I long to move beyond the obvious, easy “love” of “even sinners who love those who love them”? But to be kind to ungrateful and evil people (Luke 6:35).

My stars! Have you ever tried for five minutes (more or less seven times or seven times seventy times!) to be kind to an ungrateful and evil person (Luke 6:35)? To actually, really, specifically do good to people who hate you and pray for those who abuse you (Luke 6:27-28)?

Who would do that? Why would anyone ever even try to do that? To think the best about people until you have facts that prove otherwise? To be patient and forbearing with sinners, even when you have to confront them? (Ken’s article goes into specific, detailed teachings about how being there are limits to charitable judgments and that being charitable is not equivalent to being naive or unwilling to confront or even rebuke.) To do the hard work of understanding the nuances and complexities of real relationship? Why oh why would we ever do this?

I did a keynote at a Peacemaker Conference in 2013 that tried to answer this question in more depth. But here is my bottomline for a blog that has already gone far, far over the “official” recommended length for a blog. (To paraphrase Pascal, I didn’t have time—or alert brain cells—to write a short blog rather than a long blog.)

Charity: All the graces of Christianity connected (to use Jonathan Edwards’ description).

I pray that you experience charity today! I pray that you are charitable today too.

Your friend,
Tara B.

If this topic is of interest to you, I encourage you to consider attending the 2015 Peacemaker Conference this September in Denver. I can’t wait to gather at this event with peacemakers from around the world to learn and fellowship and pray together.

Let me share one more excerpt from Ken’s wonderful article so that I can hopefully tempt you to click through and read the entire piece. (I know so many of the people and examples he references in this article and thus, it is so sweet to me. Plus, I really think it is some of his best writing!)

Similarly, the Westminster Larger Catechism (Q145) teaches that this commandment requires “preserving and promoting truth between man and man, and the good name of our neighbor, . . . a charitable esteem of our neighbors; loving, desiring, and rejoicing in their good name; sorrowing for and covering of their infirmities; freely acknowledging of their gifts and graces, defending their innocence; a ready receiving of a good report, and unwillingness to admit of an evil report, concerning them . . . .”

Jonathan Edwards, one of America’s greatest theologians, thoroughly discussed God’s call for charitable judgments in his superb book, Charity and Its Fruits. Drawing on the passages discussed above (Matt. 7 and 1 Cor. 13), he shows that the Bible condemns censoriousness, which he defines as “a disposition to think evil of others, or to judge evil in them,” and commends charitable judgments, which he describes as “a disposition to think the best of others that the case will allow.”

The phrase “charitable judgments” may sound new to many of us today, but the concept itself is rooted deeply in the Word of God and the teaching of the church. Therefore, it should be rooted deeply in our hearts and displayed in our lives.


A Plan for Summer Sanity (with FREE Printables!) — All Graciously Given by Melissa Kruger


I enjoy Melissa Kruger’s blog (“Wit’s End”) very much and her post today is surely a keeper:

A Plan for Summer Sanity

I particularly enjoyed all of the printables that she included at the end of her post:

Summer Rules

Verses for Summer (these are printable, more options available in the appendix of Walking with God in the Season of Motherhood)

Responsibilities Chart (3-6 years)

Responsibility Chart (7-12 years)

Time Coupons

Fun Activities

Clean up Jar

Fun things to do with Mom or Dad

They sweetly reminded me of the kind of mom I REALLY DID WANT to be … and the kind of mom I sort of am, but just in my own (non-organized, non-listy) way. And that’s exactly the freedom of gracious living that Melissa shares in this post, through her blog, and with her real-life friends too.

Now I bet you can see why I admire and enjoy our dear Melissa Kruger so very much!

Thank you, friend.

Tara B.

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