Coming from a family without a faith can lead to some problems, especially when obeying and honoring your parents comes into direct conflict with God’s Will.
This problem arose when I moved across country to follow God’s calling to help plant a church in Chicago. It’s something they didn’t get. It’s something that still confounds them to this day, especially as I enter into my fourth year being gone. I had hoped that overtime they would understand but I think time has only made it worse.
The regular question I get asked is when I will return to California. They like to bring up the dangers of Chicago. They like to bring up what I am missing, such as my niece’s life. They like to bring up how being far away from family leads to a lonely life. They pretty much press guilt onto all the insecure spots in my life.
It leads me to feeling angry, misunderstood, alone, and frustrated. I wanna respond with copious amounts of sass and sarcasm, which to be honest is not a great way to communicate God’s glory and blessings.
I have to continually remind myself that I am at first a daughter of the Eternal King. I put my faith in Jesus Christ and I have given my life to Him. I follow Him. And none of that means anything to my family, other than that I am delusional and idiotic. But I knew nine years ago when I became a Christian what I was giving up and putting on myself and I would never go back and change that beautiful, wonderful day of grace.
I think about Jesus’s ministry in his hometown and how he was rejected. Sometimes you have to leave for people to see God’s glory. And that is what I pray for: my family will be a family of faith.