Spiderman Undies & the Wrath of God


I live in very close proximity to my neighbours.
Like close… we share a backyard and if one of my kids opens the bathroom door while i am on the toilet. I can see right through their laundry window and into their lounge room.
Good morning Neighbourino’s.
I need to drink more water.

My neighbours have children the same age as mine. They play outside often. Often the girls congregate at my steps to play, chat and generally make their presence known. I pick up snippets of conversation as I carry on about my day. (not sitting on the lounge eating ice cream and watching oprah…whaat?)
You know, I bustle about with my general cleaning, mopping, ironing, baking and other domestic bliss things.

Once i heard them talking and my 4yr old pips up and says excitedly,
My dad LOVES spiderman! he has spiderman knickers Mumma got him!
Too much info, I make a mental note to laugh later at the mention of my hub wearing ‘knickers’. I am about to go have a word with them about appropriate conversation topics when I am cut short by Tash, our neighbour’s daughter,
MY DAD likes to tuck his shirt into his knickers.

Meh. Now we are even.

There was a time though, when the conversations between our daughters is tougher to deal with.
My child sent her friend home in tears once, having told her that her behaviour would make God angry. My neighbour comforts her daughter. She ensured her that God never gets angry. He never gets sad and we do not ever need to be scared of displeasing Him.

Something in my guts drop.
I disagree.

Every hour the girls spend together is locked in a battle.
My mum says God does get angry…
… my mum said He doesn’t
…yes He does!
No He doesn’t!…

I bring my debater inside, hoping the theological debates will fade into forgotten so they can play together again soon. Without battle.
I told her that she should not have told her friend that she was making God mad – rather encouraged her to do what was right. We talked about the importance and potency of our words.
It was a great chat – but she couldn’t let me go without wanting it in black and white.
does God get angry?
So I tell her that yes, our actions grieve our Great and Merciful God greatly. That his wrath is justified and that is the point of Grace.
I tell her that fearing God isn’t about being scared – but knowing that it is holiness and perfection that we are faced with. And knowing that that is a big deal.
so…. we are right and they are wrong?

that is what it is boiling down to?
What do I say to that?
My hub comes home to this mess that is tolerance, community living, unity in the body of christ… and the doctrine of grace explained to a 4yr old.
I heap my failing mess at his feet, o wise husband. Make everything ok. Glorify God our Father with what we teach our children… but don’t make the neighbours hate me!
What?! what do we tell her?
My Hub’s answer was profound and true.

“what does the Bible say?
If it is true and Biblical… we teach it to our children.
We impress it upon them
and live it by example.”

Oh.
That seems obvious enough. So why in the midst of it all… was I creating theology based in my life experience? Based on fitting in with my neighbours? Based on ‘what feels right’, ‘sounds right’ or ‘fits right’. Why was I explaining away the wrath of God, so I didn’t upset the neighbours. So we could let everyone win.

Why did I fling myself at the mercy of my husband’s human guidance, in total desperation and anxiety… when there was a shelf of the living, breathing… Word Of God… sitting there all the time?

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6 thoughts on “Spiderman Undies & the Wrath of God

  1. I am so encouraged by your post. If it’s any consolation to you my Mam and Dad had very similar scenarios to you I think. My Daddy is a carpenter and when my sister and I were little Mam did all the ‘domestic bliss’ stuff, and I used to come home crying to her about various ways that I didn’t fit in because of what I believed (right and wrong, Jesus’ grace, discipline, Integrity etc) and seriously it’s uncomfortable isn’t it? Even though I know the truth certainly in my heart, I sometimes catch myself living as if I’m ashamed, or trying to water it down so that it doesn’t offend people… truth is, the Gospel really is quite offensive to our society, where self has become God… But I pray your family continue to challenge, encourage and bless the community. :] xx

    • Thanks for your comment Catie Eliza, for reading the blog – as well as your prayers to our great God for my little family.
      The gospel is offensive,
      Jesus said he came to bring not peace, but a sword.

      Praise God you were raised in a family where you did stand out, shining on a hill, salty to your classmates. I pray you continue in be so, steadfast till the end – in grace, through faith.
      Thanks again for your contribution!

  2. Too funny! I enjoyed this post and appreciated your honesty. So hard to live in the world yet not be of the world. My son is pretty outspoken at school, asking questions about Moses in history class, arguing against the existence of vampires and for the existence of God with a classmate, etc. For a while I was anxiously awaiting a phone call from the school. I like what your husband said, sometimes husbands can be wise:)
    Enjoyed reading your blog:)

    • children are classic aren’t they.
      i wonder if it is always good to that we teach them ‘appropriatness and tact’ rather than learning to live unashamed of absolute truth.
      it is important ofcoarse, that the gospel is what is offensive to the world – not the messengers being offensive and therefore not getting the gospel out…
      but i don’t think we will be judged on tact when we stand before the holy throne of grace
      whereas meekness and timidity
      comprimise and silence?

      the kingdom belongs to such as these (children)
      🙂 thanks for your comment and for reading the blog

  3. Hi Miss Big Topp.
    Thanks for that, O wise women 😉 . I can so picture you dealing with this sitting in your house.( Had to think about your toilet comment though but figured out this was before the move haha!)
    Miss you and our talks!

    God bless , sent you my love and a hug!

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