Yesterday I asked Will, age 6, what he learned about in Sunday School.
“Martha and Murray,” he replied.
I giggled.
“Who?” I asked, trying to make sure I heard him right.
“Martha and Murray,” he answered again.
Now I know he meant “Martha and Mary”, the sisters who were friends of Jesus. I think it’s cute that he thought Mary’s name was Murray.
It did make me think of a somewhat sad point, though. That while I feel a lot of pressure from American society to be a perfect mom with wonderful kids, I’m not sure I feel any pressure from American society to raise kids who are God-fearing and God-loving. At least not openly God-fearing and God-loving. And that makes me sad. It also makes me resolved to keep teaching them about God and sharing with them what a difference God has made in my life.
Here, for your reading enjoyment and edification, is the story of Martha and Murray/Mary:
Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her”. (Luke 10:38-42)
