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Christian Mothers & Maidens Inspired by Titus


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Ages 12-19

 

That They May Know Virtue

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6009 Buffalo Ridge Road
Earlysville, VA 22936

From Dad's Desk

Proverbs 4:23 Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life

Carolyn

When Carolyn was 9, I started to teach her to drive in my pickup truck on a farm in Earlysville where we used to go to hunt squirrels, hike through the woods, swim in the river, or check out the local beaver ponds.  I would put the seat fully forward and fold up blankets so Carolyn could have a better position and height on the seat and be able to see out the front windshield.  One day the grass was a little wet and when Carolyn pushed on the gas peddle a little more than needed, the rear wheels were spinning, kicking up grass and dirt.  In a loving manner, I told Carolyn that she shouldn’t tear up the farmer’s grass, but take it a little easy.

 

On another occasion on the same farm, Carolyn and I were waiting in the evening for the owner to arrive at the fork in the main farm road where the roads diverged into 2 roads going separate directions.  This is where the farmer would take the table scraps from his nightly meals to feed the local wildlife, mainly foxes.  Carolyn and I were able to observe the foxes coming in from all directions, carefully and timidly coming in to eat the scraps of food.  Carolyn wanted to try to feed the foxes by hand, so she held out a cracker at arm’s length for the fox.  The foxes were very shy about strange people, but one fox came up close to her and quickly took the cracker before running away to enjoy his prize.  This is a moment in time shared with my daughter that I will never forget. 

 

The point of these stories is that it isn’t the costly things in life that bond fathers to their children, but the time that is spent together that means more.  Time is more precious than gold and it shouldn’t be wasted.

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Brittany

As we were driving along the Lake District, a very pretty place in Northern England with rolling hills and water, on an overcast day we happened upon Beatrice Potter’s house.  Now, as everyone surely knows, Beatrice wrote the tales of Peter Rabbit.  Not wanting to overlook such a splendid occasion, we walked through the village and up to her home.  As one might imagine, it was very crowded as many people toured the Potter home. I chose to remain outside in a very large, open, grassy area in front of the main door while our family ventured inside to take a look around.  To pass the time, I found myself watching some of the world’s most interesting people, the English, of course, who make the trek of a monk to see this place; naturally, in the truest western tradition, we simply drove.  

Anyway, it was not too long before my wife appeared with my daughter, Brittany, in hand.  She asked if Brittany wanted to show daddy something.  Because she did not speak at all at that young age, Brittany simply nodded and looked up at her mom.  Mom place Brittany’s hand in my own and we strolled quickly up to and through the front door, me ducking just in time to miss the door header (the doors were all of 5ft 6in and I am 6ft 4in!).  The docent (essentially, a tourist guide) asked cheerfully if Brittany was through with her mum and was going to show Dad something?  Brittany just nodded.  What will you show him?, asked the docent.  Brittany pointed.

With that, we walked quickly hand-in-hand through the first floor, hardly stopping at any of the displays; even I could see the house was the backdrop to the scenes in the Peter Rabbit books but we were on a mission.  

Brittany finally saw the stairs and ran up them with me in tow. At the top of the stairs, as I recall, we turned right (okay, maybe we turned left or, perhaps, did not turn at all … we were dashing you know!).  Suddenly, Brittany stopped right in front of a curio cabinet and paused staring.  As we stood looking intently at the glass furniture for a whole two minutes, I could not quite figure out what absorbed her attention.  I finally had to ask.  She just pointed.  But I saw nothing of real interest from my vantage point.  So … I bent down and standing there was Peter Rabbit and his sisters, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail!  Having shown her daddy the source of newfound happiness, Brittany just smiled up at me and started walking away.  In the whole of Beatrice’s house, Brittany was transfixed on four figures in a curio cabinet.  I caught up with her before she took the stairs alone and we held hands until we got outside.

 

Outside, Mom took over (as moms do) and started talking to her about our trip into the house.  As we wandered back through the village and on to the car, I listened to a mom and daughter talk, and grinned to myself perceiving I had just experienced the first of many knowing smiles only a daughter and her father can share—smiles that say nothing yet, somehow, say everything.

 

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  • Ruth & Naomi

    as retold by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut

    (Bennett, The Book of Virtues, Simon & Schuster, 1993)

     

    The book of Ruth in the Bible is the story of a widow’s courageous decision to leave Moab, her homeland, and travel to Judah with her Hebrew mother-in-law, who has lost her own husband and sons.  Ruth’s words to Naomi are one of the greatest statements of friendship and loyalty in all of literature: “Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.  Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.”   In Judah, Ruth’s fidelity and kindness were rewarded with the love of Boaz, and through marriage to him she became the great-grandmother of King David.

     

    In the time of the judges in Israel, a man named Elimelech was living in the town of Bethlehem, in the tribe of Judah, about six miles south of Jerusalem. His wife's name was Naomi, and his two sons were Mahlon and Chilion. For some years the crops were poor, and food was scarce in Judah; and Elimelech, with his family, went to live in the land of Moab, which was on the east of the Dead Sea, as Judah was on the west.

    There they stayed ten years, and in that time Elimelech died. His two sons married women of the country of Moab, one woman named Orpah, the other named Ruth. But the two young men also died in the land of Moab, so that Naomi and her two daughters-in-law were all left widows.

    Naomi heard that God had again given good harvests and bread to the land of Judah, and she rose up to go from Moab back to her own land and her own town of Bethlehem. Her two daughters-in-law loved her and both would have gone with her, though the land of Judah was a strange land to them, for they were of the Moabite people. Naomi said to them, "Go back, my daughters, to your own mothers' homes. May the Lord deal kindly with you, as you have been kind to your husbands and to me. May the Lord grant that each of you may yet find another husband and a happy home." Then Naomi kissed them in farewell, and the three women all wept together. The two young widows said to her, "You have been a good mother to us, and we will go with you, and live among your people."

    "No, no," said Naomi. "You are young, and I am old. Go back and be happy among your own people."

    Then Orpah kissed Naomi and went back to her people; but Ruth would not leave her. She said, "Do not ask me to leave you, for I never will. Where you go, I will go; where you live, I will live; your people shall be my people; and your God shall be my God. Where you die, I will die, and be buried. Nothing but death itself shall part you and me."

    When Naomi saw that Ruth was firm in her purpose, she ceased trying to persuade her; so the two women went on together. They walked around the Dead Sea, and crossed the river Jordan, and climbed the mountains of Judah, and came to Bethlehem.

    Naomi had been absent from Bethlehem for ten years, but her friends were all glad to see her again. They said, "Is this Naomi, whom we knew years ago?" Now the name Naomi means "pleasant." And Naomi said:

    "Call me not Naomi; call me Mara, for the Lord has made my life bitter. I went out full, with my husband and two sons; now I come home empty, without them. Do not call me 'Pleasant'; call me 'Bitter.' " The name "Mara," by which Naomi wished to be called, means "bitter." But Naomi learned later that "Pleasant" was the right name for her after all.

    There was living in Bethlehem at that time a very rich man named Boaz. He owned large fields that were abundant in their harvests; and he was related to the family of Elimelech, Naomi's husband, who had died.

    It was the custom in Israel when they reaped the grain not to gather all the stalks, but to leave some for the poor people, who followed after the reapers with their sickles, and gathered what was left. When Naomi and Ruth came to Bethlehem it was the time of the barley harvest; and Ruth went out into the fields to glean the grain which the reapers had left. It so happened that she was gleaning in the field that belonged to Boaz, this rich man.

    Boaz came out from the town to see his men reaping, and he said to them, "The Lord be with you;" and they answered him, "The Lord bless you." And Boaz said to his master of the reapers, "Who is this young woman that I see gleaning in the field?"

    The man answered, "It is the young woman from the land of Moab, who came with Naomi. She asked leave to glean after the reapers, and has been here gathering grain since yesterday."

    Then Boaz said to Ruth, "Listen to me, my daughter. Do not go to any other field, but stay here with my young women. No one shall harm you; and when you are thirsty, go and drink at our vessels of water."

    Then Ruth bowed to Boaz, and thanked him for his kindness, all the more kind because she was a stranger in Israel. Boaz said:

    "I have heard how true you have been to your mother-in-law, Naomi, in leaving your own land and coming with her to this land. May the Lord, under whose wings you have come, give you a reward!" And at noon, when they sat down to rest and to eat, Boaz gave her some of the food. And he said to the reapers:

    "When you are reaping, leave some of the sheaves for her; and drop out some sheaves from the bundles, where she may gather them."

    That evening Ruth showed Naomi how much she had gleaned, and told her of the rich man Boaz, who had been so kind to her. And Naomi said, "This man is a near relation of ours. Stay in his fields as long as the harvest lasts." And so Ruth gleaned in the fields of Boaz until the harvest had been gathered.

    At the end of the harvest Boaz held a feast on the threshing-floor. And after the feast, by the advice of Naomi, Ruth went to him, and said to him, "You are a near relation of my husband and of his father, Elimelech. Now will you not do good to us for his sake?"

    And when Boaz saw Ruth he loved her; and soon after this he took her as his wife. And Naomi and Ruth went to live in his home; so that Naomi's life was no more bitter, but pleasant. And Boaz and Ruth had a son, whom they named Obed; and later Obed had a son named Jesse; and Jesse was the father of David, the shepherd boy who became king. So Ruth, the young woman of Moab, who chose the people and the God of Israel, became the mother of kings.

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