When I zoned out at school as a child, I went to other places and was totally infatuated with the plans that I imagined in my mind. At that stage of my life I was totally oblivious to the lack of reality that I was seeking and at times longed for….
- Being a trapeze artist in the Ringling Bros. Circus
- owning every breed of dog imaginable and all of them being incredibly intelligent and well trained.. you know, the kind that would do more than just tricks… things like finding Timmy in the well…
- being a Native American during the days of the wild west
- living in a little house on the prairie… quite possibly with the Ingalls family
It was years later that I realized the reality behind the imagination…
- trapeze artists aren’t in high demand and who knows how much a trapeze artist’s salary is…even if it is good, you have to be somewhat athletic, I would assume?
- a house full of dogs means smelly, even if you constantly groom and I’ve not had one dog who can do anything more than the regular “sit” and “stay”…. no, none of them ever learned to stay… and now that I think about it, they only sit when I say it when they are already sitting
- To be a Native American in the wild west would not have been glamorous but likely quite dangerous
- Living out a year’s worth of Little House on the Prairie episodes in real life is bound to place a normal emotionally healthy person over the edge.
I figured most of these out by the time I was in High School but the last one, the Little House one… that one just stunned me a few months ago when my daughter recently spent her birthday money to complete her collection of each season of the series. I never realized how many tears Michael Landon had to squeeze out each week or so. Now, I’m not knocking the series at all… still love it… but when you watch them back to back you realize what troubles those people had. The bullying, the blindness, the ruined crops, the death, the orphans, the overweight people, the illnesses, the storms… Mercy! and I thought I wanted to be in the midst of it…
However, there was one episode where a dying mother asked Charles Ingalls to help her find a home for her children. In his heart, he wanted to keep them but knew in his head that it wasn’t possible. He searched and searched but found nothing… no one wanted to take three children. He finally decided to give them each a home separately. Once again, his heart was aching because he wanted to keep them …. more tears. In the end there was a happy home for all together.
I experienced a tiny bit of that emotional Little House episode this summer… A year ago I had a grandmother come to me to share with me the news of a her terminal illness. It broke my heart because she had full custody of her grandson. Her family taking him was not an option so she asked me to help her find a good home for him. Now, I am a Children’s Pastor… I know nothing about this type of situation except that I wanted to grab him, build an extra bedroom and take him home but that was not to be….As it worked out she was able to find someone… only to find out that the situation wasn’t what she had hoped for. So, she asked me and another lady from our church to help again. This time though, time was precious….. she was growing worse.
My story was a bit different though. I had technology to get the word out and I had people longing for a child. The outcome was good. We found a family…. friends of mine and for them it was an answer to a 20 year old prayer. He is loved much by the family.
I have often thought about the grandmother. Her act was bold, courageous and selfless. She thought only of this child and his well being. I’m pretty sure, if I was placed in the same situation, that I probably wouldn’t be able to do that.
I taught the kids tonight about Moses as a baby. His mother, in some ways, did almost that same selfless act. She had no way to know that when she hid her baby that her life wouldn’t be ended should he be found… she also had no idea when she placed him in the basket and sent him on his way that he wouldn’t drown… she also had no way to know what the reaction of Pharoah’s daughter would be to a Hebrew baby. Moses ended up being just fine… and his biological mother even got to help raise him.
Both of these stories ended with a happy ending… not necessarily an emotionally void ending but a heart-warming ending.
Things are sometimes so often like a Little House on the Prairie episode. It may be easier to dream of a different life and definitely easier to dream of living in non-reality … but, hang in there, the episode is not over yet.
The Birth of Moses
1 Now a man of the house of Levi married a Levite woman, 2 and she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. When she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him for three months. 3 But when she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with tar and pitch. Then she placed the child in it and put it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile. 4 His sister stood at a distance to see what would happen to him.
5 Then Pharaoh’s daughter went down to the Nile to bathe, and her attendants were walking along the river bank. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her slave girl to get it. 6 She opened it and saw the baby. He was crying, and she felt sorry for him. “This is one of the Hebrew babies,” she said.
7 Then his sister asked Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and get one of the Hebrew women to nurse the baby for you?”
8 “Yes, go,” she answered. And the girl went and got the baby’s mother. 9 Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this baby and nurse him for me, and I will pay you.” So the woman took the baby and nursed him. 10 When the child grew older, she took him to Pharaoh’s daughter and he became her son. She named him Moses, saying, “I drew him out of the water.”