Children and the Imago Dei

Watching my son walk through the living room just now I was struck by the fact that he’s such a little person. I don’t mean to say that he’s a small child, but that he’s actually a functioning, living, breathing, thinking, feeling short person who has not yet lived on earth for an extended period of time.

I realize that right about now I’ve confused or annoyed you, but here’s the thing: we treat children as if they’re sub human (definitely sub ‘adult’ human). We naturally desire to control them, to manipulate them in order to facilitate meeting our own needs as adults. We don’t view them as little people (think human being) we view them as sub-human people. Think about it, if you’re in conversation with a friend over a cup of coffee you will either ignore your ringing cell phone or you will give ample explanation why you’re going to answer it in the middle of your conversation. What do you do if you’re talking to a kid? If you’re in conversation with a child and your phone rings how often do we simply answer the phone without worry about the fact that we’re interrupting our conversation with a child? I teach my children constantly (not intentionally) that my phone ringing is more important than my conversation with them. How tragic!

How much easier is it to scream at a child than it is to scream at an adult? How much easier is it for some to justify hitting a child (think spanking) than to justify hitting an adult (please don’t think spanking)?

While children are obviously in a much earlier place of learning–learning how to function, how to read and write, how to use their words kindly, how to cope with stress, etc. the fact that we’re helping to train them should not give reason to treat them with lesser respect than we’d treat an adult. Adults are learners as well right? We’ve just had more time to learn more things…sadly I question whether we’ve learned more than children about how to respect others (could this be because it wasn’t modeled?)

We’ve probably all heard that respect is earned not given and I think I agree with that to an extent. But there’s also that small little fact that as a follower of Jesus I believe that every person (whether tall or small) was created in the image of God and therefore deserves respect and dignity because of his or her identity as beautiful icons of God himself. Age or learning curve cannot change this fact…can it?

A 3am Poem About Vomit

(I just finished writing this poem for our housemates. It’s about 3am and I’m going to bed. Please don’t judge my grammar or rhyming capabilities. And please also note that our poems are always a joke…though this one was written out of pain and misery)

Vomit, vomit everywhere but not a drop to drink

Spewed from a top bunk loft it couldn’t be too bad one might think.

But that thought would be wrong.

From top bunk mattress to the bottom bunk

not one, two, three, but six blankets now carry the distinct funk

A rocking chair, a folded pack ‘n play,

a chest of drawers, what else can we say?

Lots.

Between the box springs and all over his body,

under the bed, up the walls—oh, if only this were potty.

But it’s not.

It’s barf, barf-o-rama, barf on his pajama(s)

It smells of sweet curds rotten to hell

it looks of old spaghetti, the story of Easter it does tell

Did we mention it went up three different walls?

The final vomit is one of metaphor

A vomit of vocals a little girl had in store

Screaming and crying, her stomach does hurt

Take her to the ER? I’d rather eat dirt.

It’s now 3am and our bed’s full of kids

We’re headed to Motel six, please make them some crazy pancakes*

Thanks.

 

* Not really, but chances are slim that we’ll be praying with you right now.

 

Can a Boy Like the Color Pink?

I enjoyed a discussion last night at my children’s school classroom meeting. The parents were brought up to date on the discussions that were happening in the classroom and we were then invited to engage in a similar discussion amongst the parents in small groups. The topic was discrimination with an emphasis on men’s and women’s prejudice. Can a boy wear pink, can a girl be Spiderman, can a boy play princess, can a girl play football? The children were making these distinctions and were discriminating based on their judgements about what boys can or cannot do (and vice versa with the girls).

The two questions that they asked the parents to discuss were “growing up, what things were you taught were only ‘boy’ things and only ‘girl’ things?” and “what gender specific things do you want to pass on to your child?”

I was surprised at how hard the second question was to answer. Most everything I came up with was actually gender neutral. If I said that I wanted to train my son on how to treat/date a woman/wife with respect is that not just a tangent on the gender neutral idea of learning to value, love, and respect humanity? If I said I wanted to train my son to be a leader would I not see it valuable to train my daughter similarly (especially since she seems to evoke strong leadership qualities even at the age of three)?

Miroslav Volf in his amazing book Exclusion and Embrace suggests that we have very little to differentiate gender roles aside from the body itself. Essentially, according to Volf, we teach our children how to be healthy, whole, loving human beings over and above the gender distinctions that our culture currently buys into.

I’m intrigued to find out what many of you think. Can you identify gender specific elements that you’d like to guide your children into?

Jones' -on the fly- Poetry Slam

Wish the sound were better. I’ve included the transcript below. Enjoy my son’s poetry…

“I knew who a kid who had a rope and he tied it to his bed and he gave that note to his mom and said ‘I’m plummeting to the ground’ and the rope slipped and he plummeted to the ground from the top of the hotel…I mean from a cliff.”

Jones' War of Peace

-Disclaimer- please don’t make this post into a political, theological, or theoretical argument. If you disagree with some of the stuff I suggest to my kid you can take it up somewhere else. The point of this post is my wonderfully inquisitive child!

I had some great moments today, and they were all quite thematic. This morning somehow we ended up talking about Mother Teresa. He wanted to know more about this woman who spent her life helping people. Who did she help? Why does nobody like those people? What did she do? Then he asked me to tell him about another person like that. So I stayed with the India theme and told him about Gandhi. By the end of it we had discussed Desmond Tutu, MLK, Nelson Mandela, and Roy and Patty Kunkle.* Through discussing these people he ended up asking questions about slavery, why people don’t like other people, skin color, and peaceful resistance. We talked a lot about loving everybody and about peace. It was a great conversation.

Tonight somehow I found myself singing and dancing in the kitchen with both kids. We were singing the kids church song “I’m in the Lord’s army”**. After singing it a couple of times I was internally a bit uncomfortable because I’m not really into the whole militant Christianity thing, so I decided to clarify for Jones what we were singing about. First we talked about the definition of infantry, cavalry, and artillery. Next we talked about the difference between the weapons that human armies use and the weapons that God gives us to fight with. At one point Jones says “Dad, we attack people with love…which means that we just love them a lot.” then I ask “but what if they’re mean to you? Isn’t it easier to hit them back?” and he says “No dad, I think I choose to love them anyway.” and then I throw down the kicker, “How about yesterday when mom made you angry?”

“I hit her”

“So it can be pretty hard sometimes huh?”

“Yes dad, but God wants us to make peace huh?”

“Yup. Even when it’s hard.”

We ended the night reading a book he has about Abraham Lincoln. The book talked about Lincoln’s fears about the nation being split, about losing the war, and about his passion to liberate all peoples. We talked some more about slavery…and then he went to bed.

Try to get the kid to do karate and he’ll quit after eight minutes. Talk to the kid about the struggle between good and evil, the struggle to wage a war of peace, and the challenge of loving your enemy and he’ll stick around all night! I love that kid.

*  Roy and Patty spend lots of their time, energy, money, and vacation in Mexico. They work with the indigenous peoples and the local governments to build schools, play structures, homes, etc. They’re training indigenous workers, they’re now building childcare facilities, they’re making huge sacrifices and making a huge difference. I wanted Jones to realize that it’s not just far off people that give their lives fighting for hope, but even his best friend Zoi’s parents.

** The lyrics to this song are…

I may never march in the infantry

Ride in the cavalry

Shoot the artillery

I may never fly o’er the enemy

But I’m in the Lord’s army!

Yes Sir!

I’m in the Lord’s army!

Yes sir!

I’m in the Lord’s army!

Yes sir!