There are people who say that children ought to “submit” to their parents and “obey” as soon as they are told to do something. If the children do not comply immediately and cheerfully, they deserve to be punished, swift “correction” with a “rod” in order to “train” them.
I expect they will say that what I have written below will teach my children that they do not need to listen unless they understand and I am fostering a heart of rebellion in them. I know that I for one do not “submit and obey” to God immediately and joyfully in all that I do even when I don’t understand why. I should, but I don’t. And God is gracious and kind and patient with me anyway. How is it right for me to be more harsh with my children than God is with me?
There are ways of setting up a situation to create conflict and there are ways of setting up a situation so you peacefully connect with the person you are relating to. I do not see anything wrong with approaching the children in such a way that diffuses conflict rather than creating it. I hope that the way we do things at home sets an example and creates lifelong habits of relating to other people in a peaceful way.
Avoiding conflict can be extremely unhealthy and that is not what I am advocating. Being peaceful in the way the Bible teaches is an active thing, not a passive thing. Creating peace takes a lot of work and it is not something that comes naturally to me so I am still learning every day.
Here is one practical parenting idea that has come in handy over and over again: Google Images.
My children hate having their nails cut. Once they were too old for me to cut their nails while they were nursing without noticing, it became a battle. I hated it, they hated it.
One way some parents deal with this is to hit the toddler on the thigh or other body part till they sit still. Some parents do a more “formal” spanking with a spatula or a “rod” of some sort till the children are “obedient” and “submit.” Too many times, I have witnessed or been part of this scenario. It is miserable.
Last year, I was talking to my 5-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son, trying to explain to them why I needed to cut their nails as they yelled “Noooooooo” and I was becoming discouraged and angry.
Then an idea came to me. I whipped out my phone and googled “longest fingernails in the world” and showed the results to the kids.
We scrolled through several hundred results, squealing and screaming the whole time, and then I read them some news stories about these people and how difficult it is for them to have long nails (difficulties with eating and sleeping, driving, getting into car accidents, etc.). It didn’t take too long before they were all begging me to cut their nails.
This past week, my kids all ended up getting pink eye. With all the wailing and flailing, it was impossible to get them to stay still long enough to drip anything in their eyes. Then, we did this.
Here are a few sites and books that have helped me on my journey towards non-violent parenting.
The first four books below are written by Christians from varying perspectives but all of them explain ways of relating to children, teaching and training them in the way they should go, without hitting them. I do not agree with every single detail in every book but they are a great place to start reading about parenting. I so wish I had read these books before my children were born.
If you think it’s strange that I’ve included the number of children the authors have, it is because so many self-proclaimed experts who do not advocate spanking only have 1-2 children (e.g. Dr. Laura, 1 child, started relationship with her current husband while he was married to someone else) and really do not know what they are talking about and do not base anything they are in the Bible.
Some more online resources, great for reference for specific problems.
Let me know if you have any questions, want more resources, or seek a Christian peaceful parenting community!
Children can be so full of forgiveness and unconditional love. They believe us so completely and wholeheartedly. It blows me away every day that no matter how impatient or frustrated or angry or mean I get with my children throughout the day, when I apologize and ask them to forgive me, they do so with a smile and a kiss and an “I love you, Mama,” without even a moment’s hesitation.
Among some people who believe in the doctrines of original sin and total depravity, there is an overwhelmingly heavy emphasis on sin in children, constantly pounding that point, telling them how horribly sinful they are, that it seems it is easy for parents to lose sight of the fact that their children are made in God’s image, beautiful, loving, forgiving. It is easy to forget how tenderly Jesus treated them and spoke of them.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 19:14
At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”
And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said,
“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me,
but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin,
it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:1-6
Amounts, ratios … they matter. They show the emphasis, what is considered important.
When children are constantly told how sinful they are, and more time is spent talking to them about their sin than about God’s love and forgiveness and the power of the Cross and Communion, then the darkness of sin will overshadow the Light in their hearts. As a parent, my most important task is to do whatever I can to reflect the light of God’s love, so they are surrounded by it no matter where they turn.
“Love makes you strong. Love makes you beautiful. Love makes you precious. God loves you. Mama loves you. Daddy loves you. [Insert long list of people who love the child here.] That makes you strong and beautiful and special.”
Most days, at the end of the day, I feel like such a failure as a parent. Then at bedtime when we talk about our day and I ask my children for forgiveness for the times during the day I was impatient or angry with them, I see how quick and happy they are to forgive, I see how eager they are to talk about Resurrection and Communion when we talk about sin, and I am so encouraged and overwhelmed by the love of God they reflect towards me. They are quick to ask for forgiveness from their parents and from each other, too.
Every now and then, we talk about more difficult aspects of love and forgiveness and repentance.
- Forgiveness is one-sided: whether the offending person repents, it is always required.
- Forgiving is NOT forgetting: restoration and reconciliation can only happen if both sides are repentant, open and honest.
- Depending on the offense involved, there are situations where reconciliation is not possible till after the Second Coming, but no matter what the situation, someday, everything will be resolved.
Over the last few months, as I have started consciously trying to learn from my children, listening to them, really listening, I have found myself drawing closer to God, listening to God, appreciating the small things, noticing more, and I have found that they are so much more willing to listen to me and learn from me.
And we are all so, so much happier.
God gave me to my children so He can speak to them through me. And He gave them to me so He can speak to me through them.
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
? G.K. Chesterton
As my children get older, I find myself repeating the same things to them over and over again. Some things I repeat without thinking but I am trying to choose what I repeat very consciously, deliberately, intentionally.
There are a lot of things I know for sure I do not want to say to them over and over again. One of those things is the Fifth Commandment. Just as I don’t think it’s appropriate for husbands to constantly quote certain verses (“Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord.”), I don’t want to constantly be telling my kids to honour me.
Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t. – Margaret Thatcher
Being a man is the same. A man who goes around and constantly affirms his masculinity to himself and others is a truly pathetic and insecure man indeed. If my husband has to keep telling me to submit to him and respect him, he’s not being a very good husband.
Parenting is similar, too, I think. I figure that if I have to keep telling my children to honour me, I’m doing something wrong. I recite the Ten Commandments with my children all the time. We say the Fifth Commandment together, with each other, but I do not say it to them.
I only have a little over 6 years of parenting under my belt, but I have found over the past year, over and over and over again, that being gentle with my children works far better than being harsh (verbally or physically), and even if I do not get the kind of immediate, cheerful obedience that certain kinds of parents demand, I do not want to hold them to higher standards than Ben and I hold to ourselves, and it is more important to be gentle and loving and playful and patient than dole out constant threats and beatings. It is better to kneel and hug whining children, whisper in their ears, kiss them, and then hold their hand and go do together whatever I told them to do.
I cannot count how many times I’ve been told that not spanking is the easy way out. Maybe it is for some people. It hasn’t been for me. It is so much harder, so much more work, requires so much more patience, time, and effort to relate to each child individually with understanding and creativity than to spank.
These are the verses I have been saying to myself over and over throughout the day as I parent for the past year. I ask myself over and over, am I tempting my children to sin, provoking them to anger? Or am I leading my children towards God and showing them His love?
A soft answer turns away wrath: but harsh words stir up anger. (Proverbs 15:1)
… do not provoke your children to anger, lest they be discouraged. (Colossians 3:21)
And he said to his disciples, “Temptations to sin are sure to come, but woe to the one through whom they come! It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were cast into the sea than that he should cause one of these little ones to sin. Pay attention to yourselves! If your brother sins, rebuke him, and if he repents, forgive him, and if he sins against you seven times in the day, and turns to you seven times, saying, ‘I repent,’ you must forgive him.” (Luke 17:1-4)
… do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4)
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
After much deliberation, my daughter spent the $2 she got from the tooth fairy to buy 12 plastic gold and silver coins.
“Mama! I used my money to buy MORE money. And I can use my new money to buy Christmas presents for my BIRTHDAY! I have thousands of moneys!”
She skipped and jumped and ran all the way home.
I’m not sure what I taught her today by letting her buy fake money with real money but she was so excited and happy that I decided today was not the time for a lesson about the difference between real and play money.
Also, because her birthday is right before Christmas and because from the day she was born she started receiving birthday/Christmas presents, she’s confused by the whole birthday/Christmas distinction. It doesn’t help that Christmas is Christ’s birthday.
(I’m careful to keep birthday and Christmas presents separate, by the way.)
My darling girl has so much to learn but she has plenty of time to learn all that. For now, I’m just glad she is so happy.
And I’m glad she’s so generous that she shared her new-found wealth with all her brothers as soon as she walked in the door. She already knows the most important thing there is to know about money: it is meant to be shared with joy.
The first time I remember visiting America, I was 16 years old. I was flabbergasted at the prices of everything I saw when I went shopping. I felt like I had landed in paradise. I was seeing the effects of the triumph of liberty, capitalism, the free market, you know, all that good stuff. I loved Rush Limbaugh and listened to him faithfully in Japan. I despised liberals with their evil anti-capitalist agendas who wanted to charge way too much for organic, non-GMO, local, fair trade, eco-friendly, handmade, artisan products.
Fast forward a few years.
I have lived in America for six and a half years now. I still would never even think of calling myself a liberal. There’s too much about it that I cannot agree with. For example, I’m prolife.
However, I have changed a lot in certain areas. I still believe in a lot of the same things. But with a lot more qualifications now. I believe that shoppers have an ethical responsibility for what they buy, because whatever they buy, they are funding somebody. I found out that all kinds of things I used to buy without thinking are actually contributing to slave labor. I am paying evil men who buy slaves and force them to work in unthinkably horrible situations, being beaten, malnourished, and dying, all for what? So we can buy cheap, low-quality products at Walmart or the dollar store.
People around the world are literally dying, I am not exaggerating … people are dying so Americans can get a good deal.
Every time we spend money, no matter what we buy, we are helping some people and hurting some people. When we shop, it is impossible to separate shopping from ethics. If we shop righteously, as much as we are able, we are hurting unethical businesses and (I hope!) steering them towards ethical business practices because they want to stay in business and continue to make a profit. When we sacrifice the lives and perpetuate suffering for people we can’t see in countries far away so that we can get a good deal, we are hurting those people, our fellow creatures created in God’s image, and encouraging business to continue taking advantage of those people.
I know that it is not always possible to find out the source of the things we buy. I know that it is not always possible to afford to buy such things. But my plea is for people to start being more careful, paying more attention, and once you know something has an evil source, then quit buying it. Try the very best to stop supporting businesses that hurt people and seek out businesses that are blessing people.
Personally, there are a few things I am trying to pay attention to. And I try to keep my eyes open. Almost all the food we buy is local and organic. It is amazing how much better it tastes and how much healthier the children are. I try to buy recycled, used, local, handmade items as much as possible. When I buy chocolate, I try to make sure it’s fair trade, because so many people die to provide America with cheap chocolate (Hershey’s chocolate doesn’t just taste atrocious and it isn’t just bad for your health, it’s hurting people). When I buy cotton clothing, I buy organic or used whenever I can because there are so many people dying to make cheap cotton.
There is something uniquely communal, Trinitarian, perichoretic, something really lovely, about buying something and knowing the face of the person who you are buying from, whether it’s a local farmer, coffee roaster, or someone with a stand at the farmer’s market. Next time you buy chocolate, or buy cotton clothing, take a moment. Stop. Think. Pay attention. Use your smart phone and Google. Or if you don’t want to think about each thing that you buy, then try to shop at a store that commits to organic, fair-trade, ethical products.
Just because shopping in modern America has become an impersonal, faceless thing does not mean there are not faces on the other side. We just can’t see them anymore. And many of them are suffering and dying so we can get two for $1 instead of one for $2 or $3 or $4 or $5.
I don’t believe that legislation will fix anything. I don’t think it will necessarily even help anything. The only real solution is for consumers to become more aware, to start paying attention, for people to examine their consciences about what their money will do to other people before they pounce on a great deal. Whatever the laws are, dishonest businessmen will find a way around them, as long as there is demand for unethically produced items.
My next related project is trying to find some way to get involved with micro-financing, so I not only discourage bad practices abroad but encourage and support good ones.
Note: One more thing I love about Seattle: how so much of the population cares so much about ensuring that what they buy is ethical.
There was a little girl whose father taught her how to diagram Bible passages. He read lots and lots and lots of James Jordan to her which made her totally obsessed with the number five, looking for and finding patterns everywhere, and marveling over gravity angels. She grew up and got married and had lots of babies so quickly she had no time to read or think.
Her brain died. Most everything in it was irrecoverable.
But while she is cleaning butts and cooking and cleaning, certain background processes keep running even though the hard drive is about dead. This is what they look like.
Feel free add corrections or add your own outlines in the comments.
Crazy Mama Version 4.0, Crazy Wife Version 6.5
Copyright (c) 2012. All rights reserved.
A. Remove the child-proof rubber band.
B. Take out the spray.
C. Replace the rubber band.
D. Use the spray.
A'. Remove the rubber band.
B'. Put the spray back.
C'. Replace the rubber band.
I. Prepare Water
A. Turn on burner to high (fire).
B. Fill kettle with water (water).
A'. Set kettle on burner (water on fire, glorified water).
II. Prepare Filter, Cone, & Mug
A. Get coffee mug, cone, and cloth filter (take hold).
B. Put cone on mug (restructure).
C. Wet filter (baptism).
D. Put into filter cone (restructure).
III. Prepare Beans
A. Open the cupboard (heavens open).
B. Take out the container with the beans (take hold).
C. Measure out beans into the grinder (restructure).
C'. Grind beans (break down/restructure).
B'. Put the container back (ascension).
A'. Close the cupboard (heavens close).
IV. Get Spoon
A. Open the drawer (take hold).
B. Take out what you need (restructure).
A'. Close the freaking drawer (ascension).
IV. Prepare Grounds
A. Take out container with ground beans (take hold).
B. Put them in filter (restructure).
B'. Tamp grounds with spoon (restructure).
A'. Put back empty container and spoon (ascension).
IV. Pour Over Coffee
A. Turn off stove and get kettle (take hold).
B. Pour water over coffee grounds (restructure).
A'. Put kettle back (ascension).
V. Drink Coffee
(take hold, restructure/redistribute into my belly, evaluate,
enjoy as much as possible while children burn themselves by
sticking fingers into it, beg to drink it and then burn
their tongues and cry, climb on my chair, pull my hair,
ask to nurse because they need to recover from shock of coffee
being as burning hot as it was yesterday morning, etc.)
Pour Over Coffee Through New Eyes
I know this post has an extremely limited audience (pretty much just nerdy BH fans). If you don’t get it, get this book. It’s available as a PDF for free online, too.
Growing up in Tokyo, I watched my father make pour over coffee hundreds of times. I now make it for myself every morning. It is a comforting ritual for me and I remember him every time I make it. I recently found out it is becoming a fad in the US (read more here).
Important Note: On page 121 of Through New Eyes, the glass was not put back after being taken hold of, restructured, distributed, evaluated, and enjoyed. Something needs to be done about this glass because it drives women absolutely batty when glasses end up all over the place. This is not proper dominion. Please revise the Rite of Transformation in the next edition of the book. For lack of a better term (I am happy to be corrected), I have decided to call putting things back “ascension” because it reminds me of rest and heaven and peace, where there will be no poop or shrieking.
In the beginning was the Word. The Word spoke the world into existence. The Word gave us words to shape our reality and the reality of those around us.
When two people get married, they exchange words, then words are pronounced to declare them husband and wife. When babies are born, parents give them a word to call them by. And from that point on for the next couple of decades, every word that comes out of their mouths shapes that baby’s world.
As my children are getting more verbal, they are saying things that I never said as a child, asking me things I never asked, and I am constantly taken off guard, searching for the right words. I need to take time to choose my words, because my words have the power to show them Love.
For the next few years, my words are how they know God and how they know themselves. My words, at least during their formative years, shape their reality.
And when they fight, and hit, and bite, and do all the things that kids do, I want to talk to them. I want to talk to them about love, Jesus’ love for us that makes it possible for us to love each other, love everybody else. I want them to know that love is the most powerful thing, more powerful than hate, more powerful than the sword, more powerful than death.
(Sidenote: If words are more powerful the sword, then they are more powerful than spankings, too. God’s Word is a two-edged sword and there’s an argument to be made that the rod of correction is His Word as well, not a literal rod.)
I’ve noticed that they already know this without realizing it. When they fight, one of the first things they say to each other is, “I don’t love you.” Or when they come crying, tattling, they say, “He doesn’t love me.” And I tell them that some words must never be spoken, some words must never, ever cross their lips. “I don’t love you” is not something we say in this family, because it is not true. I tell them, “It was wrong of him to do that. But he still loves you.” (Sometimes, that’s followed by a punch and I suppress the urge to slap everyone involved or run away screaming and crying, and I have to start all over again about kindness and the Golden Rule, blah blah blah.) But usually, after I tell them they love each other and tell them to hug, they start hugging and giggling.
I haven’t yet told them that if they keep saying something, it will become true. That is the power that words hold. If someone, anyone, is told the same thing over and over again, that will become true for that person, whatever it is. That is why there are some things that I don’t let them say.
The more you tell someone, “I love you,” the more you will love that person. And the more you tell someone, “I don’t love you,” the less you will love that person.
People use words in set ways and repeat things over and over again. We were created to say the same thing over and over again. We can choose what we say over and over again.
And that is why I want to sing. Songs are glorified words, words with extra power because they are beautiful and easy to remember and repeat. I am not doing a good job of singing anymore. We used to sing every day. I need to start that up again.
There are some things I tell my children and I try to tell them every day. I didn’t get to tell them today. I was too exhausted and then they all fell asleep. But last night, this is what I said to Thane as I held him before he fell asleep. He usually loves it when I start saying this and snuggles in close.
These are the words I tell my children. These are the words I want to shape them with. As they get older, what I repeat will change and grow. But for now, I think this is what they need: love and assurance of love.
God loves you. God loves you so much He sent Jesus down to this earth. Jesus loves you so much He paid for all your sins and conquered death and Satan. (Mama! The dragon! He killed Satan! Like Saint George!) And then the Holy Spirit came down to be with us always, everywhere.
You are my favourite Thaney. You are my favourite 2-year-old in the whole wide world. I will always, always, always love you.
Daddy loves you. Mama loves you. Bubu loves you. Buddy loves you. Baby Prester loves you.* We will always love you. Always, always. Forever and ever.
*(Occasionally this section becomes really long as he starts adding grandparents, uncles, kids from church, random strangers at the park, characters from books and Netflix … “Spiderman loves me? Clifford loves me?” “Ahhh, uhhh, yeah, Thaney.” Let’s go back to “Daddy loves you. Mama loves you.”)
These ideas pretty nearly all came from the books by Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy that my father introduced me to (I miss you, Papa!). All my books are sitting in boxes after my third move in 8 months and because Life keeps chucking things above the bookshelves in the priority on our shopping list, I can’t get to them yet so I have no quotes or anything from him.
If you enjoy having your mind blown away and then put back together in a way you could never have imagined, start reading some of his books.
You can order all his books and find out more about him at ArgoBooks and at the Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy Society.
Looking back from eternity future to my life in the present, as each moment becomes the past, I feel every day more and more how fleeting my time on this earth is. And as my children become visibly bigger every day, and learn to do new things, learn new words, feel new feelings, time passes faster and faster.
I look at them wistfully, knowing that my time as a mother is getting shorter and shorter with each passing moment. My relationship with them as a mother will only be for a few more years. Then after that, for all eternity, my children will be my brothers.
In fact, they are already my baptized brothers in Christ and He has only put them into my care temporarily. They are God’s children first, as I am. They are my children second.
Don’t call me an egalitarian. If you know me, I am far from it. However, egalitarianism is an oversimplification and a misrepresentation of an eternal truth: each of us is equal before Him. And thinking of my children as being my baby brothers has partially changed the way I relate to them. (It also affects how husbands and wives relate to each other, but that is a whole different topic.)
Every finite human reflects the infinite Trinity. And though we are finite, there are more aspects to each of us than we know. I am the normal things: daughter, sister, wife, mother. And I am part of the Bride of Christ. The Bible also says I am a son and brother.
When I call my children my brothers, I am not downplaying or denying that I have been given authority and responsibility as a parent, I am mentioning an aspect of parenting that I do not hear as often, which I wish I could: parents and children as eternal brothers.
Confessing & Forgiving
Remembering it has helped me keep my attitude in check and it is something I have been thinking about a lot on and off for the past year. It has brought about two changes in the last few months in my daily interaction with my children that I never expected: I started confessing my sins against my children to them and asking for their forgiveness and after I started doing that they began to point out blatantly obvious shortcomings to me and to my husband when we are in the middle of committing them.
At first, it was not easy for me to get on my knees, look into their eyes, and ask for forgiveness. Not just say, “Hey, I’m sorry,” or “I’m not perfect, nobody is” or “Parents make mistakes sometimes, y’know,” but truly ask for forgiveness: “I sinned when I did that. Would you please forgive me?” But as I did it over and over, it became easier and easier.
When my older two (verbal) children suddenly started telling me when I was sinning and telling me to stop it, I was shocked! I was angry! How disrespectful! How dare they! I had clearly lacked teaching them the Fifth Commandment! But as I thought about it, I realized maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it was even … right? Yes, I now believe it is. Because God’s law is above us all. And they are my brothers.
Last week, my husband and I were trying to figure out what we were going to pick up at Costco. I can’t even remember what we were saying exactly because we weren’t disagreeing about anything but decibels were getting higher because we were, y’know, so tired (2 teething babies), so hungry, and we both really hate talking about money.
My 3-year-old son walked into the kitchen and said calmly said to me in a very grown-up voice, “Mama, stop yelling at Daddy.” He turned to Ben, “Daddy, stop yelling at Mama.” Then he looked at both of us with his hands up, admonishing us, “OK? Talk nicely.” And he left the kitchen.
Every time I remember it, I end up laughing out loud at how he talked to us like a little adult when we were acting like children. I’m so thankful and happy that he was completely unafraid to approach us and talk to us that way even though he could tell we were upset.
Eventually, of course, we’ll have to have a talk about when it’s appropriate and inappropriate to confront people. But for now, I’m happy with him.
My children sin against God and against me every day. But I sin against God and against my children every day as well.
I believe that one of the most important things I can do as a parent is to make sure I acknowledge my sins to my children, especially my sins against them, and ask for their forgiveness. Not just say, “I shouldn’t have done that,” or “I’m sorry,” but “Please forgive me for [this specific sin] that I committed against you.” True repentance is very specific.
It is difficult for anyone to acknowledge sin but it is especially difficult for those in authority to acknowledge wrongdoing to those below them. Asking for forgiveness from my children when I have wronged them is not only the right thing for me to do and required of me, I am doing it in order to set an example of repentance for them to follow (as pitiful as my example may be).
Sometimes, my children try to apologize saying, “I’m sorry but I hit him because he took my toy.” I tell them that when they are asking for forgiveness, they need to say, “Please forgive me for hitting you,” without adding blame on the other child.
“I’m sorry but you made me do it” does not count.
And it doesn’t count when adults say it either. Repentance needs to needs to be a wholehearted without any blame on anyone else. To my dismay, I have found myself blaming my children when I am asking for their forgiveness. (I tend to do the same with my husband as well.)
- I lost my temper because you did not do what I said.
- If you would have obeyed me, than I would not have done such and such.
- I would have been more patient if you didn’t whine at me.
Children who hear this type of false “repentance” from parents often end up feeling responsible not only for their own sins but their parents’ sins as well … until they are old enough to recognize the hypocrisy. Then they lose respect for parents who “confess” this way.
Frankly, I think it’s worse to give a false apology assigning blame to someone else than not to apologize at all because it is easier to pretend you have done the right thing and pat yourself on the back for being “righteous” or “humble” for saying you’re sorry.
Our behaviour as parents is obviously related to how our children behave but for us to blame our children for our own shortcomings is utterly despicable and it teaches children to blame their own sins on others as Adam did in the Garden.
- “The woman, she made me do it.”
- “My kids, they made me do it.”
If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:8-9
As a paedobaptist and paedocommunionist, I believe our children are our brothers in Christ and we are commanded to confess our sins to one another.
If parents are not willing to repent of the sins they commit against their children, and ask for forgiveness from their children, they are teaching their children that it is OK for those in authority to sin with impunity.
When parents ask for forgiveness from their children for sinning against them, they are setting an example of humility and contrition that their children will take with them to eternity. And I am always so astonished at how children forgive so quickly and wholeheartedly. I think that must be part of what Jesus meant when He commanded adults to be like little children.
Do you remember your childhood?
When you were a child….
- Did you feel like you could always run up to your parents and get a hug and a kiss?
- Did you want them to hold you for comfort?
- Did you feel loved and secure?
- Did you have assurance of your salvation?
- When you sinned, were you confident of being forgiven?
- Did you enjoy spending time with your parents?
Now that you are a parent….
- How do you want your children to feel every day?
- How do you want them to remember you?
- How do you want them to remember their childhood?
What do you want your children to think about who God is and how He loves us?
Before you read anything below, please understand that nothing I have written is to be taken as a declaration of dogma but simply my current rambling meditations as I go on my parenting journey. I am open and willing to consider other viewpoints and would love constructive interaction. I know that I do not have it all figured out and I know that I am doing all kinds of things wrong every single day.
Feel free to agree or disagree, let me know or not. If it helps you, that’s great. If not, well, I hope you find something else that does.
What I have written below is some of what I currently believe in a quite disorganized (and perhaps incoherent, definitely incomplete) form but I needed to write it down even if I don’t have time to write it perfectly and have it edited perfectly. I pray that God will have mercy on all of us parents whatever we end up doing in our day-to-day practice.
Where I’m Coming From
I grew up being spanked and until I had children of my own I fully planned to spank them as I believed the Bible required. My husband also believed the same. After personal examination of the Bible over a few years, my husband and I and various friends (some of them online friends whom I’ve never even met), almost all of whom started off studying assuming that spanking was biblical and required by God, separately came to the same conclusion: that while it may be possible to use spanking as a tool in Christian parenting, it is not a biblical requirement. Some of us are still working on detailed papers with all the passages and proofs.
Meanwhile, I think these sites are valuable resources.
- Parenting Freedom
While I do not agree with every single thing on this page, the sections called “Is Spanking Really in the Bible?” and “Child (Na’ar) in Proverbs” and the sections about the rod are very helpful, well-researched, and well-thought out.
- Get Off Your Butt Parenting
Get off your butt parenting! Sometimes, spanking is just plain lazy parenting. I love this site!
- Mothering By Grace
A site with a lot of information about Christian positive parenting.
What Is The Real Question?
Let me make it clear that my main contention is not with spanking per se but the attitude or misplaced emphasis of truths that seems to accompany it in certain conservative Christian circles. To spank or not to spank is not really the central question at all. Spanking is a side issue in the larger topic of parenting, and how we parent is part of the even larger issue of what we believe about who God is and how He relates to us.
Here are the questions I believe are more relevant to the broader issue.
- What does it mean to have authority? Lording it over those under us? Ministering unto them patiently?
- How do we primarily view our own children? Precious lambs and covenantal children of God? Vipers in diapers whose sin needs to be stomped out?
- How do we want our children to primarily view God? Sinners in the hand of an angry God? Young lambs in the hand of a tender, protective shepherd?
There is so much to be said about authority and so many conflicting views. I think Jesus summarizes it perfectly here.
But Jesus called them to him and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great ones exercise authority over them. It shall not be so among you. But whoever would be great among you must be your servant, and whoever would be first among you must be your slave, even as the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” Matthew 20:25-28
Those with God-given authority (parents, pastors, etc.) are abusing their authority unless they are serving, literally, being like slaves to those who they have authority over. As parents, that does not just mean holding down a job and coming home with a paycheck, doing the laundry and cooking, it means serving them instead of lording it over them in every area of our interaction with them.
Shepherding & Rods, Wrath & Comfort
To be a parent, to be a shepherd, we need to understand the weaknesses of those under us, be patient with them, and love them unconditionally and self-sacrificially. A shepherd serves the sheep, guides them to water and pasture, and protects them from predators.
The shepherd does not use the rod against his flock. He uses it to protect the flock from predators. That is why it is so comforting. I have seen dogs who flinch at the sight of a rolled-up newspaper, even if they are with a new owner who has never abused them. I have seen children who flinch in fear when their parents simply raise a hand to put their hair behind their ears. Yes, it is good to have a healthy fear of God. But I do not think a healthy fear means living in constant fear of His wrath. Healthy fear should be overshadowed by assurance of unconditional love.
Children should know that God is full of wrath against unrighteousness. But they should also know that He is full of love towards those who repent. When they sin, they should have more remorse because it saddens Him than fear of His wrath against them for sinning.
Physical beatings do not usually fill children with remorse. It can change their behaviour to what you demand, it can make them compliant to your will (or “obedient” if you prefer). But it often fills them with helplessness and terror, and rage born of that fear, none of which they can express because they are too afraid of the beating they will get if they express it.
If shepherds beat their lambs on their backs with those big rods, there would be mass lamb slaughter, not flocks full of obedient lambs. How often does God beat us for all the things we do wrong every day? How often does He give us what we deserve?
Are They Elect?
So, are our children primarily precious little lambs or vipers in diapers? I know that the question is setting up a false dichotomy because both are true to a degree but where we place our emphasis on what they are is important and will affect how we relate to them. I definitely do believe in original sin. However, at the same time, as a covenantal paedocommunionist, I believe that when God placed children into our families, He did so trusting us to treat them as little believers, precious lambs of God, already saved, presumed elect unless proven otherwise.
Focus & Emphasis: Cross or Resurrection? Death or Life? Sin or Forgiveness? Fear or Assurance?
Supposing children are elect, when they sin, instead of focusing primarily on the sin itself and God’s hatred of it, what needs to be emphasized is God’s love and forgiveness and how He welcomes sinners always, anywhere, anytime. When speaking of Jesus, instead of focusing on His death on the cross because of our sin, what needs to be emphasized is His resurrection, His love for us and His power over sin and death, how He is with us all the time, everywhere, and has given us His Spirit to indwell us.
God invites us into His House week after week to tell us that He loves us. He wants us to come to Him, eat with Him, make our peace with Him. No matter what we have done, He welcomes us with open arms and forgives us every time we ask for it.
No matter how we treat Him, He is faithful every day. He shows us the wild glory and beauty of the sun and the rain, the wind and the snow, the moon and the stars, and every night we go to bed never doubting that the sun will rise in the morning because He loves us constantly, consistently, unwaveringly.
I believe that is how we should treat our children. We should treat them so they want to come to us no matter what they have done. They should have full and complete assurance that we love them no matter what they have done. There is something wrong if children hesitate to approach their parents because they think they might get a beating.
Presenting God To Children
Our children are born trusting and loving us. That is how God created them to be. He gave us to them to show who He is through how we treat them. When children misbehave, we need to tell them about God’s love and remind them of the Cross and Resurrection, remind them of the Body and the Blood. We as parents misbehave and disobey God every single day. We fall short every single day. God does not “spank” us daily for our infractions. That is not how He loves us.
When I think about how God loves us from day to day, it seems to me that he covers our sins and forgives us of them before we even repent or realize them and embraces us lovingly from day to day.
God & His Smitings
In the last few years, I’ve seen adults treat each other unspeakably terribly countless times, I’ve seen parents mistreat their children, I’ve seen pastors abuse their flocks, all these things justified using the name of God, and God seems to do nothing about it. He is patient with them. He is gentle. I wish He’d zap them with lightning or maybe open the earth and swallow them whole, or at least strike them with some kind of non-serious, temporary disease, but no, they walk around every day in fine health and continue to do these things.
If children are spanked for every infraction, does that teach them who God really is? Does that teach them about how the world works? I used to think so. I’m not so sure anymore. When I was a child, I thought God was waiting up in heaven with handfuls of punishments just waiting to be hurled down on people. Then I grew up and kept waiting for Him to punish people, squash them, humiliate them, or at the very least stop them from hurting other people … and it just hardly EVER happens.
Welcoming The Prodigal
I think many Christians would follow the kind of advice Dave Ramsey (whom I truly admire, by the way) dispenses on his radio show to parents of prodigals: turn them away and let them figure things out on their own. After all, he squandered his entire inheritance, presumably on wine, women, and song.
In Jesus’ story, the parable He told us to teach us how to treat our children, the father of the prodigal son did not spurn or curse him. He could have been a good ol’ American dad and shown his son some tough love and turned him away to teach him a lesson. He could have put him on trial at the gate with the elders and have them condemn him to a public beating as was his right as a Jewish father. But what he did was run to his son with open arms and welcome him and kill the fatted calf and throw a feast for him.
That is how God loves us, day after day. If Jesus tells us it was good for the father to welcome his horrible prodigal son that way, what does that mean for us? None of our young children sin as horribly as the prodigal did.
Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God. Romans 15:7 ESV
In many situations with children, I think a hug and a good, long talk is more appropriate than a spanking. Or for young babies (under age 2, for example), a nursing is usually more appropriate than a spanking.
We Are All Babies
We sit in God’s lap and spit in his face. He does not spank us. He wipes His face and kisses us back. I have learned to do that with my babies when they spit or claw at me. Instead of pushing them away or spanking them, I have learned to delight in their chubby fingers that are learning to grasp, in their little curved lips that are learning to spit and sputter. And I kiss them. The same patience and love that is so easy to show to our babies, we need to show to our toddlers and children throughout their childhood, all the way to adulthood.
From God’s infinite perspective, no matter how wise we get, we are no different from our babies in wisdom and self-control.
God Used To Kill People, Therefore We Spank Our Children … Really?
In the Old Testament, there are many instances of people being struck to death by God. I really do not see how that can be an argument for spanking young children. It seems rather irrelevant to me.
I think it is far more telling that there is not a single instance of a baby or child being spanked in the Bible. Not one.
If the State has the power of capital punishment, the Church has excommunication, and the Family has the rod, an illustration I’ve heard quite a few times, then it just goes to show that the rod is something to be used only in the most extreme circumstances and not something to be used daily. It is so bizarre to me that advocates of “biblical spanking” (though there is no such thing as “spanking” in the Bible anywhere, I’m not kidding) often bring up capital punishment in their arguments.
To summarize, spanking itself perhaps can be a tool in Christian parenting for some people but it is one that can be very easily abused and is very often abused in the name of God, touted as a biblical requirement when in fact spanking small children is not a biblical requirement at all.
In the spirit of the God’s law that allows some murderers to go free instead of damning all suspects to death, I believe it is far better to err on the side of spanking too little than too much.
It is far better to “err” on the side of too much grace and patience … like God does with us every day.
The Bible commands us to train up our children. It commands us to discipline them. Any profession requires those things. Electricians, doctors, computer programmers, carpenters, no matter what you do, you need training to learn to do it and discipline to keep at it. None of them require physical beatings. It is possible to train and discipline children without beatings as well.
I plan to write more about this later but here are some Christian sites with a wealth of information.
This was not written as an attack on anyone but written to inform in the hope that it can promote grace and help prevent grief, guilt, and regret.
For some people, spanking can cause sexual problems that are irreversible or very difficult to reverse. I personally know several people, both male and female, who have had sexual problems because of spankings they received as a child. This post is for them and for all of us who love God and love our children.
I know the parents of these people never meant to abuse them in any way, certainly not sexually. I know these parents spanked in love believing it was what God commanded them to do. They had no idea they were hurting their children and causing them long-term psychological pain and damage.
There is a wealth of material which explains this phenomenon online but a good deal of it is vehemently anti-Christian so I thought maybe information presented from a Bible-believing Christian who used to believe the same thing would be more easily palatable.
Spanking a child on the buttocks, especially if naked and repeatedly, brings a rush of blood to the entire genital area which can cause involuntary sexual arousal. As the children are spanked over and over again, some children’s brains become hardwired to associate terror, shame, guilt, and physical pain with sexual arousal.
As children are spanked after they have a sense of shame, if they are spanked on their bare bottoms, it increases the sexual shame they feel.
Some people learn to disassociate these feelings later on in life. But others never do.
This means when they see or hear violence (other children getting spanked, see images of pain/torture such as an Auschwitz documentary, etc.), they become automatically aroused. This can cause years of confusion because children do not know why they feel this way but they know something is very wrong.
During adolescence, when they realize that these feelings are sexual arousal, it makes things even worse and the confusion turns to self-loathing. Many times, they have nobody to talk to about these feelings, especially if they are living mostly in a Christian context (home schooled, etc.). Seeing and hearing these types of things still bring on arousal even decades later in adulthood.
Many of these people who become aroused by hearing or seeing spankings or aroused by seeing pain and torture become convinced they are perverts because they do not know the cause: the spankings they received as children. Some of these people choose not to marry because they are so afraid and ashamed of themselves.
Some do get married and when they are with their spouses, they are filled with feelings of terror, shame, and guilt when they get aroused. Or when they are aroused, they involuntarily, instinctively find themselves wanting to have pain inflicted on them. Women with this problem often have trouble with getting beyond the first stages of arousal.
When they become parents, some find themselves horrified at becoming sexually aroused when they spank their own children.
Spanking in the context of sexual abuse is a problem that is not “kosher” to talk about in conservative Christian circles but it is a problem that definitely exists and it is not incredibly rare either. Most Christians with this problem feel too ashamed to admit it at all and if they do they are very reluctant to talk about it in public. None of the people who have talked to me about this feel ready to speak up publicly because they do not want to hurt their parents or they fear other repercussions. Some of them are closet non-spankers because their churches teach that it is sinful NOT to spank.
To be truly faithful to the Bible, beatings should be done on the back (not the buttocks) with big, thick wooden rods. The Bible doesn’t say to use your hand or a paddle or a switch or a spatula on a baby or a young child’s butt. The area that is supposed to be beaten is the back. Arbitrarily deciding to change things around is not being faithful to what the Bible says.
“Well, obviously, children would DIE if we actually used rods or whips on their backs so we’re just going to use a paddle on their bottoms instead.”
Click here for more information about why spanking is not actually commanded in the Bible.
I can understand how people get there because I used to be in the same place myself. They are simply obeying the teachings of people they trust. But as adults, we can’t afford to just believe everything we’re told. It’s time to for Bible-believing Christians to rethink extra-biblical, cultural teachings such as spanking.
Just because some or even most children do not have adverse results from spankings (or at least are reluctant to talk about them) and remain in the faith is not proof that spankings were instrumental in that and it certainly does not mean spanking itself is a biblical.
Sexual stimulation can be cross-wired with spankings. Here is a testimonial written by a girl who grew up in a Christian family who finally decided to go public about her experiences.
The Bible commands us to train up our children. It commands us to discipline them. Any profession requires those things. Electricians, doctors, computer programmers, carpenters, no matter what you do, you need training to learn to do it and discipline to keep at it. None of them require physical beatings. It is possible to train and discipline children without beatings as well.
I plan to write more about this later but here are some Christian sites with a wealth of information.
Today, I heard a very passionate and wonderful talk about forgiveness given by Linn Haralson (Grace Seattle). Hearing her speak was so moving. She is someone who combines intelligence with grace and burning passion and utter fearlessness, such a very rare combination of qualities.
Her talk verbalized, organized, and justified thoughts which have been whirling around in my head for the last few years.
Forgiveness is not the same as reconciliation.
- Forgiveness does not necessarily mean you have the same relationship as you would have had before.
- Reconciliation is not always possible but forgiveness is always possible because it is something you do yourself and is not contingent on anyone else.
How do you know you have forgiven someone else?
- You know when you feel release, when you have you peace, when whatever happened does not haunt you anymore.
- You know when you don’t want the other person to get what he/she deserves.
- You know when you see the other person in pain and you feel sad for the person instead of feeling good about it.
- You know when you pray for the other person’s blessing. And not a vague prayer of blessing but very specific prayers for blessing in the areas that the person needs it.
Over the last month or so, this has grown little by little into a ritual when I realized as I talked to Rinah (age 5) and Valor (almost 4) and was horrified when they thought I didn’t love them anymore when they were misbehaving or when I lost my temper and yelled at them.
Even if I didn’t think it was a big deal to snap at them or yell at them after telling them the same thing 10 or 20 times, they would get hurt if I did and I would often be too stressed out or overwhelmed to notice. Generally, poop on the floor or a baby trying to run out to the street would take precedence and I didn’t pay as much attention to them as they needed.
Recently, as I listened to them tell me, sobbing, how afraid they were that I didn’t love them unless they were good, I remembered I felt the exact same way growing up and I spent a lot of time scared and worried about the same thing. And when I was older, I worried about God’s love for me if my heart and actions weren’t perfect … and whose are?
So I started telling them this. Sometimes, when I’m yelling at one of the kids (I really need to stop that but I don’t know how), then another will pipe up from the sidelines, “Mama is yelling at you because you were bad but she still loves you.” And then I want to cry.
I love you when I’m happy.
I love you when I’m sad.
I love you when I’m angry.
I love you when I’m frustrated.
I love you when I’m laughing.
I love you when I’m crying.
I love you when I’m yelling.
I love you when I’m not yelling.
I will always love you.
I love you when you’re happy.
I love you when you’re sad.
I love you when you’re good.
I love you when you’re bad.
I love you when you’re quiet.
I love you when you’re loud.
I love you when you’re laughing.
I love you when you’re crying.
I love you when you’re awake.
I love you when you’re asleep.
I will always love you.
Do you know who loves you most of all?
God loves you most of all.
He sent Jesus to this earth as a little baby.
Jesus loves everybody.
Jesus died on the cross for you.
For you and for me and for everybody.
And then He resurrected from the dead.
Death could not keep Him because He defeated death.
And because Jesus defeated death, after we die
We will rise again and live with Him forever.
He is in Heaven now sitting at His Father’s right hand.
And He protects us all day and all night.
Jesus is always with you because Jesus is everywhere.
He is in front of you, and behind you, and beside you,
And above you, and below you.
God loves you so much He sent His Holy Spirit to live with us always.
And someday, we will all be together in heaven forever.
Click on book titles to see them on Amazon….
I Believe: The Nicene Creed
We’ve been reading this to the kids since Rinah was a baby. It is beautifully illustrated by Pauline Baynes, the artist who illustrated C. S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia and Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. There is a lot of animal symbolism and detailed drawings that we spend time discussing and the children pore over by themselves for hours.
We end up spending quite a bit of time on each page. The pictures on this page, for example, lead to discussions about the Annunciation, the angel Gabriel, Mary’s unassisted childbirth in a barn (no midwife! no doctor! and baby Jesus and his mother were fine!), the shepherds who visited, the Holy Spirit in the form of a dove, the star of Bethlehem (and Nazis), the peacock which is a symbol of immortality (which leads to talks about life, death, and eternity).
Questionable Creatures: A Bestiary
This book is illustrated by Pauline Baynes as well and is so much fun to read with the kids especially in conjunction with the book above. It’s as informative and fun for adults as it is for children. Some of the animals are imaginary and some are real.
Bestiary: An Illuminated Alphabet of Medieval Beasts
This book is beautifully illustrated by a guy who is a graphics designer for medieval-themed computer games. I don’t have any pictures of this book because it’s still in a box somewhere. But it’s really beautiful.
Another alphabet book by the same guy above except with a medieval theme instead of animals.
Saint George and the Dragon
All the kids love the classic story of the knight who kills the dragon, saves the kingdom, and marries the princess. Rinah always ends our reading of it with the comment, “And they have lots and lots of babies.” We spend a lot of time talking about how the story of George and the dragon is the story of Jesus and Satan. There is a death and resurrection scene in the book, too. Again, the illustrations are beautiful and intricate.
The Spider and the Fly
This is almost like the book of Proverbs crossed over with an old black and white horror movie. It’s really fun and the kids love it. Every time we read it, we had discussions about honesty and truth, lies and deception, and how to tell the difference.
There are still so many boxes to unpack everywhere and so many things to organize, throw away, give away, and there’s a baby screaming somewhere, and another one who’s wafting poopy smells this way as he runs by, and a big pile of muddy laundry from when the kids played in the dirt, but I don’t feel overwhelmed for some reason.
I think it’s because I’m so happy and thankful to be here with Ben and our children and so in love with this house and with this place.
This old house was built for families, not for parents who work and put their kids in school and are only use the house to watch TV and sleep.
It’s small (by American standards; huge by Japanese, lol) but so functional.
I washed dishes this morning by hand and emptied the junk out of the sink into the trash can because there’s no disposal. It’s like all the kitchens I grew up with. It’s so familiar and comforting.
Everywhere I look, inside the house and outside, everything is beautiful. The air is soft and smells like flowers. There are so many trees and greenery everywhere.
For the first time since I moved to America, I feel like I belong where I am right now.
I love Seattle. Thank you for bringing us here, honey.
My son Valor got a slight rash on his left ankle that started in early December. It gradually got worse and worse and spread to the lower back of his left leg and then to the lower part of the back of his right leg. Then the rash started spreading up both legs. At the end of January, the rashes started having small bumps in them with clear fluid. We took him to an NAET practitioner 3 times. Each time, his legs looked like they were getting better for a couple of days, then they would get much, much worse.
We started using steroids in February. They helped a little bit at first, but the fluid-filled bumps kept multiplying and getting bigger. The fluid started turning milky-colored instead of clear. Then turning yellowish. The rash kept spreading. His skin started swelling, like it was getting thicker, flaking and peeling, and it was bright red, and covered in those bumps.
Thane had an allergic reaction which gave him diarrhea for a week. He went from being his usual skinny self to skeletal. After a week of diarrhea, he quit urinating or having diarrhea and started vomiting bile over and over and over again. We took him to the ER (with Shelby who was in town for a visit). We waited there for 3 hours, saw the doctor for a minute or two, long enough for him to smile and scribble a prescription for Zofran, an anti-nausea medication. I told him I thought it was an allergic reaction because he’s had reactions like this before and if it were a stomach bug then the whole family should have gotten it by now. The doctor told me to trust my instincts and didn’t even flinch when I told him I was still nursing him. Instead, he told me that was best and to continue nursing. He was a really nice guy for all the 2 minutes we saw of him. When we were discharged, we got a paper that said, “Symptoms: diarrhea and vomiting. Diagnosis: diarrhea and vomiting.” No kidding. We were supposed to come back to the ER if he got more sick. Thane took the Zofran for 3 days till he quit gagging and heaving. Our co-pay for the ER visit was $200. Then insurance refused to cover part of the rest so we got another bill for over $130. Plus whatever the drugs cost. We also took him to a naturopath and NAET practioner nearby who treated him and stopped his allergic reaction. That was only $30 for the co-pay.
Meanwhile, Valor’s skin kept getting worse. This is the same ankle as above a few weeks later.
He spent hours every day and night, crying and scratching. I started carrying him around on my back in a wrap to keep him from scratching all day and because I couldn’t handle him following me around sobbing all day. Around this time I got a kidney infection which became increasingly painful.
Lavender and tea tree oil seemed to give him a little bit of relief but nothing permanent. This is what the backs of both his legs looked like on a good day. I didn’t take pictures on the bad days when his skin was torn open because … I just couldn’t.
The bumps suddenly jumped from his legs to his face and upper body. His face was completely covered in painful pus-filled bumps. His hands and arms and shoulders were, too. He would wake up several times an hour every night, crying and scratching. No matter how much I would bandage him up, he would tear the bandages off his legs, sobbing and scratching. Every morning, we would wake up with blood on the sheets, covers, pillow cases, and his pajamas.
He would tell me over and over again, “My name is not Valor anymore. I can’t be strong. I can’t be brave. It hurts, Mama. It’s bleeding, Mama. I can’t stop crying.” And I would hold him and gulp down my tears, over and over again.
We took him to the Bastyr Center and saw an ND there who specializes in skin disorders. He ordered a blood test which we were supposed to get back in a few days. We didn’t get it back for a week and a half. I asked him three times if he had ever seen anything like this before and if he knew what was wrong and what the bumps were. He was very vage and distant and in a hurry to get out. I asked the two student doctors. They didn’t know what it was or if they did they said nothing about it and just said they would ask the doctor later. Never heard anything back about it.
After many more hours of Google searches and Google image results, Ben and I were very sure he had a staph infection (which was later confirmed by a dermatologist). I cannot understand why he didn’t say anything about it even after I asked him more than once.
Around this time, I went to urgent care for my kidney infection because my back hurt so much I couldn’t walk or sit or lie down without pain. The doctor prescribed a week’s worth of antibiotics which I took for a week. After a week, the pain went way down but the infection didn’t go away.
Then on St Patrick’s Day while we were out house-hunting, Valor went into anaphylactic shock. We took him to a doctor who did a swab on his sores and sent it to the lab. She also prescribed a week’s worth of oral antibiotics and steroids for the ongoing allergic reaction from the anaphylaxis. The drugs did nothing. He kept getting worse. Supposedly, the lab results would be back in 2-3 days. We heard nothing back after 4 days so I called. They said they would get them that day or the next day. Nothing. So the doctor referred us to another dermatologist.
He was in so overwhelmed by being in so much pain day and night he would get panicky and cry about everything. I spent many hours just holding him.
Meanwhile, we took him to an acupuncturist and Chinese herbalist which gave him great relief but it only lasted a few hours. Also, we would have gone completely broke if we took him there every day. We were told that if we took him twice a week, it would take about 3 months for us to see a difference. We were prescribed a non-dairy-based probiotic called inner-eco that we bought at Whole Foods. It’s very bubbly and not unpleasant-tasting.
Then Prester had a bad allergic reaction. We have no idea what it was a reaction to. He started vomiting violently and got covered in bright red hives on his entire body, face, arms, legs, torso. We gave him Benadryl and Zyrtec right away. He still has a a few areas with eczema and has been having diarrhea on and off. And I thought he was going to be allergy-free like Rinah is.
We finally got Valor in to see the dermatologist, a super friendly cheery guy. This is what he said. “This is a bad rash. We call it atopic dermatitis. He looks like he also has a staph infection.” (What? Really? Are you freaking kidding me? A RASH? Wow! I had no idea. A rash? Imagine that!)
Then he prescribed even more steroids and told us to put him in a bleach bath twice a week till our next appointment in a month. He said he also needed those ever-elusive lab test results. After the dermatologist appointment, I played phone tag with the doctor’s receptionist for a while before I got a phone call saying the lab test results showed nothing out of the ordinary. Yeah, right.
By this time, I was so desperate and so exhausted I was on the brink of tears and was fighting just crying all day. I did not know what to do. All these doctor’s visits and drugs were getting very, very expensive, too.
Ben and I had already spent hours and hours for the last few months googling natural and home remedies. I can’t remember how I ended up googling staph and garlic, but I did.
We crushed several heads of fresh, non-irradiated garlic and put it in the bathtub. (Irradiated garlic doesn’t work because irradiation kills the special garlic enzyme that kills all the bad stuff.) I sat in the tub with him for an hour or so and he stayed in there by himself for another hour. He had an organic lollipop and watched Netflix for a bit. When he couldn’t take it anymore from the sheer boredom of sitting by himself and got out, all his sores had burst and the inflammation in his skin was gone. No more redness or swelling anywhere. A couple hours later when he went to bed, all the places that used to have big angry-red bumps were pink and light orange. He slept soundly last night and did not wake up one single time that night scratching or crying.
Here he is the morning after the garlic bath. His sores are all scabbed over and healing instead of swollen and oozing.
I am so thankful to God for garlic. I cannot believe that God has given us an incredibly cheap miracle cure and nobody knew about it or told us about it for all these months. He has been on so many different steroids since December and they did nothing. He just kept getting worse. Two hours with garlic and his infection is gone, inflammation/redness is gone, and no more sobbing and crying all day and scratching and sleeplessness all night.
Garlic did in one night what weeks of steroids and antibiotics failed to do.
It makes me so angry that there is a virtually magical cure that costs almost no money and nobody would tell us about it. But the reason doctors didn’t tell us was precisely because there is no money in it. There is no way for big pharma to patent and synthesize raw garlic. Can you imagine how much money they would make if they did? And doctors can’t prescribe it because it is not approved by the FDA and they would not be protected against malpractice if they told patients about it.
I know there are so many other simple, cheap cures God has provided for us that are far, far more effective than all the drugs the pharmeceutical companies push. I want to learn more about them.
The amazing thing about garlic is that when it kills staph, it completely kills it. It doesn’t kill most of it and create new strains that are resistant to antibiotics necessitating an endless cycle of antibiotics created to combat the increasingly-resistant strains. There is a lot more info about it if you click here.
A few years later my wife and I were having dinner in Tulsa, OK, with Dr. David Mirelman, Chemistry Chair of the Weitzman Institute in Rehovot, Israel, and one of the most prolific garlic research scientist in the world, based on the number of research papers he has had published in peer review journals in the last 20 years.
I had heard about MRSA and was concerned so I said to him, “David, I know crushed raw garlic kills staph because I have used it on myself with excellent results but, tell me, what do we do when staph becomes immune to garlic?” He looked at me and smiled and said clearly, “Bob, staph can not become immune to crushed raw garlic, ever.” I told him I was stunned as I had never heard anyone else say any such thing and I asked him to explain that to me and he did. He told me how pharmaceutical antibiotics work, how staph works and then how garlic kills staph differently than standard antibiotics and now I will pass his explanation on to you.
David explained that penicillin and other pharmaceutical antibiotics work by blocking the chemical bonding sites, the receptors, of the staph and this kills 99.99% of the staph cells. However, not all staph cells have identical receptors. Due to natural mutation, there are a few who are different and the penicillin does not kill them. They survive and breed and become a new strain of staph which it is immune to the original antibiotic. Scientists then invent another antibiotic which it is effective against 99.99% of it but again there are a few mutations whose receptors are different and they are not killed by the new antibiotic. They on to breed and bring forth the new strain of staph which is immune to both antibiotics causing the pharmaceutical industry to come up with a third antibiotic which will go through the same process as the first two and this never ending cycle perpetuates.
David then said, “Bob, garlic doesn’t work that way. Garlic kills differently.” He said that when garlic is crushed, it forms allicin. If you wait 15 minutes before you use it, even more allicin will have formed. Allicin is interesting because it has both fat-soluble and water-soluble properties. Its fat-solubility allows it to penetrate right through the bi-lipid outer cellular walls of staph and other bacteria like they weren’t even there and get into the interior of the staph cell. Once inside the staph cell, allicin’s mere presence there changes the electrical polarity of the interior of the staph cell causing it to swell up and burst, killing it. He said, “Staph cannot become immune to crushed raw garlic anymore than you or I could become immune to being blown up.” This was coming from an Israeli in October 2001during a time of suicide bombers and 9/11.
I know that God must have a simple cure out there for allergies, too. I know it. I don’t know what it is yet but I will keep looking. When I find it, I’ll tell everyone I can about it.