A parable of today
A parable is a story, taken from life, illustrating some moral or philosophical truth. Jesus used parables to teach about the reign of God. Todays column is a parable of sorts. At least, thats the goal. Youll have to tell me if it works or not.
My father, rest his soul, was the middle of seven childrenall boys. On the other hand, I was an only child. Im certain theres some connection between those two realities. I once overheard someone ask my father what hed do if hed had seven children. He replied, and I think Im quoting accurately here, Id get them all fighting and walk away.
OK, so thats the kind of guy he was. But thats just to set up the parable.
My wife and I built a family of not one or seven, but five children. Anyone who has come from a large family knows there are certain to be disagreements, disputes, upsets and even the occasional free-for-all. Those episodes arent what should define the family, rather how they are handled.
While they were growing up, our kids, surely not unlike yours, did their share of values-testing, of challenging the rules and even, on occasion, going a lot further than we parents believed they should. This, naturally, resulted in discussions.
My wife and I always tried, as best we could, to keep those argumentsand the resulting discussionsaway from the meal table. Thats not to say the situations werent dissected and minutely examined. They wereoften loudly and with some rancorbut it happened away from the place where we came together to renew that which made us a family.
The family table was a time to reinforce the understanding that we shared more thingsmore lovethan the things which occasionally separated us. (Yes, we had a tradition that anythingand I mean anythingcould be discussed at mealtime, but we didnt allow the meal to become a place to act out of disagreements over values.)
I cant say it always worked. Nor can I say that all the values my wife and I hold as important were passed on without exception, without diminution. But most seem to have been. At least the important ones.
The family table was the place to be loved, even in the midst of a disagreement. Because thats what defines family.
Arguments at the dinner table, when they did happen, were disruptive and painful. And there were some meals where a childand in one case, yours trulydidnt sit with the family. I remember these situationsand the resolve it gave me never to let it happen again.
Sometimes, though, it was apparent that one or another of us really only wanted to provoke a fight at the dinner table. Maybe it was over some perceived injustice, but often it was just to have a fight, to create a separation and challenge the unity that we sought to achieve. Sometimes, I realize sadly, were all a little like my father.
Parable also need to be explained. At least Jesus often chose to explain their meanings with his followers.
When we wouldnt let our children fight with us at the table, it wasnt because we didnt love them ... oh, but we did. But the table was not the place for battling over values; it was the place to know that they were loved. And to know that even fights would not destroy the love.
The kids are on their own now. I suspect that, sometimes, the values they live with arent exactly what I would hope and pray for. Theyre always welcome at home, but I still dont want us fighting around the table.
Tom Sheridan
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