Teaching Christ - Even While Eating Green Grits for Dinner

I was re-organizing some items when I came across an old box.  My box of “mommy treasures” had been tucked away for over a decade.  I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking through every scrap of paper.  There were cards, letters, items from a previous business, travel souvenirs, floor plans, and loads of stuff now only worthy of the trash can.  As I leisurely strolled down “mommy memory lane,” the things my children had done remained my prized possessions. 

For a reason that still escapes me, I kept all (or nearly all) the baby teeth that fell out in individual sandwich bags with the child’s name, age, date, and former location of tooth written on each bag.  Don’t ask me why - I don’t know.  I found a bag full of hair from the youngest child’s first haircut.  Don’t ask me why - I don’t know.

For a reason that is quite clear, I kept their letters.  The following is a letter that one of my older boys wrote about me when he was in early elementary school.

My Mom
·        Picks us up from school
·        Helps us with homework
·        Helps us to be smart
·        Lays out our clothes
·        Gives us hugs and kisses
·        Doesn’t try to kill us or anything
·        The best thing is that she teaches us to be Christians while eating green grits for dinner

I’m somewhat fuzzy as to why I was putting food coloring in the grits and even more confused as to why we were eating grits for dinner.  Even so, what struck me about this note was that my son, at his young age, understood that learning to be Christ-like wasn’t just something, but it was the best thing.  This reminded me that teaching about God didn’t have to be in a formal setting or anything special.  I encourage you to teach Christ in the ordinary events of life and even while eating green grits for dinner.

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