Missional Motherhood Month (3)
Friday, 13 November 2009
Earlier this week, Jenny Kemp shared a bit about how she's been intentional in her relationships at her kids' school this year.
Today's post is by Sarah Condie who looks back on many years of local school involvement and the opportunities that arose. I hope you find her story as encouraging as I did!
I thought I would share my story, as my children are older than Jenny Kemp’s, but we took a very similar approach. Our children are now 21, 19 and 16 and they all attended their local public school which was a wonderful mission field for all of our family. We were actively involved in the school which had a preschool for twelve years.
At the time, one third of the school consisted of Aboriginal children, many of whom had been sent to school with a can of coke and a packet of chips. A school bus would collect the children, as this was they only effective way of getting them there. The school had a breakfast room which was established to feed the children something a little more nutritional. They also had a lunch canteen during winter and a thick nourishing soup was served for $1 each day and a sausage sizzle on Fridays. I am setting this as background as on the face of it this school didn’t look like it would provide the most “Christian, nourishing environment” for our beloved children.
However, we entrusted “our darlings” to our God who loves our children even more than we do and sent them to this school. It was just around the corner, I could walk there and we wanted to meet people from our local community. It is a challenge to trust God with our children – we so want to control their environment and protect them from bad things happening to them – which is a good thing in and of itself, until we put them into such a cosseted cocoon, that our darlings don’t learn to stand on their own two feet to become independent young people.
Our time at this school was filled with numerous opportunities of “influence for good” in this community. I was the school P & C secretary for too many years to remember and helped organised three fetes. Our principal begged me to bring other “Christian” families to the school, as they had benefited from our involvement so enormously. Many friends of my children’s came to Sunday School and Holiday clubs and other special events such as Carols in the Park – all very easy to invite friends to. One girl begged her mother to buy her a bible. These are just some of the things that I can remember at the top of my head. Teachers would me that our children had talked about their church community and their faith during class. Their faith was certainly “in their face”.
As Christian parents, we want to help our children develop in their character, in bearing and producing the fruit of the spirit. Life was not always easy for my children at this school, and at times, things would happen that would upset me and want me to jump in and rescue them. For example, a stolen brand new school shirt, a stolen pencil case filled with treasures, having to sit next to “the worst boy in the class” because my child was such a positive example to him. We would use these situations as opportunities to talk with our children and help them manage the situation for themselves – and believe me they did.
Our school community saw first hand a Christian family in action and we had many opportunities for conversations about our faith, our children and how we raised them, our church and our values. We and the other Christian families at the school were “light” and “salt” to this community. As Jenny says, this is such a unique door into our local community – I still bump into Mums and Dads who I met at school - those relationships are still there. My three children all speak positively about their experience at our local public school. God certainly used their time there to shape and mould them into the fine young people they are today. One thing that has particularly struck me about my children is their lack of preoccupation with material possessions. I am sure this stems from their time at their local school where they met many children who had nothing and they realised well of they were. There were many features of our school that were not perfect, but God used all of their experiences “for good”.
My 16 year old son is at his local high school and has started up a Christian group there and had many conversations about Jesus and his faith with his friends. The group is small, but he cajoles his friends to join him and they are being challenged by Jesus each week. My other two are at uni and have a deep and vibrant faith. I thank God for them and for their experiences at their local public school. As a mother, trusting God with my children at school was one of the hardest things I did, but I certainly believe he honoured that trust and used our family for good in that community over many years.
If you want to share a story from your own life, or from the life of another woman, please email me!






