Wednesday, June 12, 2013

FUN IS NOT IN THE BIBLE, YOU SAY?


I borrowed this from a facebook status today.







It reminded me of a particular notion The Preacher was ‘inspired’ with and later emphasized in a sermon.  He was determined to dissuade the teens from being  seduced away by this youthful desire to have fun, from their devotion to God and the church.

“Fun is not in the Bible” became his new fundamental.

At least, not the kind of activities they considered fun at the time.  Such worldly things as: off-roading in their jeeps and four-wheel drive trucks; hanging out with friends without an adult, married chaperone; going to the Mall; watching rented videos or anything that does not have a spiritual purpose would likely lead to superfluous naughtiness.

Fun times with the Jeeps
Now, not wanting to seem a complete ogre, The Preacher did sanction some kinds of fun...the things he considered fun: fishing, hunting, camping and playing a little pick-up basketball, football, baseball, volleyball....as long as it didn’t  involve teams from ‘unscriptural’ churches or secular organizations.  But not much more than that.

Shortly thereafter, I heard it taught by the Jr. High teacher who later became Youth Director upon our leaving.  He too feared the kids were living for ‘fun’, and “Fun is not in the Bible”.

It was taught again by another church leader when Paul invited him to speak to the teens as a guest.  As I recall, he said something in reference to the Christian life not being like a smorgasbord where we can choose from so many options as our appetites dictate.  We don’t have the right to expect to have fun, because “Fun is not in the Bible”. 

But there are at least two verses that immediately came to my mind upon hearing this, that directly contradicted this new fundamental.

The first one:

I Timothy 6:17 
Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy,

The second one:

James 1:17
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. 

But that’s not all:
  
Ecclesiastes 3:13
And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.

Ecclesiastes 5:18
Behold that which I have seen: it is good and comely for one to eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labour that he taketh under the sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it is his portion.

It’s perfectly normal and healthy and even needful for young people to want to have fun.  It’s normal and healthy for adults too.  
What possibly could be wrong with wanting to have as much fun as opportunity permits when it is celebrated as another of the innumerable gifts from God?
Yeah, Dr. Suess had it right.

Paul leading the 'fun' pack











  

Thursday, June 6, 2013

"HOW MALE-DOMINATED RELIGION BLEEDS WOMEN" Article Challenged and Explained







After much time and thought, I felt it appropriate to address the concerns blogger “A Sober Second Look” expressed about my article, “How Male-Dominate Religion Bleeds Women”. 
http://sobersecondlook.wordpress.com/2013/03/16/on-othering-and-feeling-sick/


You can view the post and any following comments on the No Longer Quivering Patheos network here: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/nolongerquivering/2013/06/how-male-dominated-religion-bleeds-women-article-challenged-and-explained/

 I would like to begin with a brief history explaining how I was compelled  to start blogging, weaving the “Taliban” and oppressive Islamic practices into my writing to illustrate and reveal the extremes to which some American churches extend.

I first began writing my story as a series of facebook notes in June of 2009--nine years after we left  the ‘Taliban’ church we helped start and nurture.  We finally left it after over nineteen years of its gradual deterioration into cult-like beliefs and behaviors. 

When I chose to to make the correlation between our former church and the Taliban, I had one predominate purpose...to shock, to provoke, to disturb, to awaken the intoxicated discernment of our former friends and family still in the church into hopefully reconsidering their actions.

Having been a founder and leader in the church for 19 years, I was intimately aware of how the ‘system‘ there worked as it pertained to anyone leaving without The Preacher’s expressed blessing.  For nine years, we--even though family--were also subjected to that same ‘system’ as so many others before us.

It was pretty simple.  You leave-- you are vilified, ostracized and backslidden at the least, unregenerate at worst.  That’s how the ‘system’ worked.

So, we waited nine long years-- hoping and praying-- that we could somehow repair the damage from the ‘outside’ only to finally recognize it wasn’t working.  I then decided to tell our side of the story for the first time ever, publicly as this was the only way those on the inside would even ‘hear’ our side.  I strongly suspected most  there would not question The Preacher’s rendition of the details of our leaving, so a public writing would likely stir up enough curiosity that they would read it anonymously.  After nine years of estrangement, what was there to lose?

My suspicions were right.

Many still there were reading.  Others of those who left after us were shocked--even mortified, once we filled them in on some of the details previously unbeknownst to them.  Thus, my previously tagged ‘Baptist Taliban’ title--before then only used verbally--became the published “Baptist Taliban Experience” series of facebook notes.

After writing my story in the form of 22 notes for facebook, there was considerable feedback in the comment section and even more in private messages.  My family and ex-friends still in the church did not respond, as suspected, but I knew they were reading via their connections on the outside with whom they DID respond.  

As a result of those notes, I became aware that there were countless others who shared similar experiences who were hungry for more information as well as encouragement and validation through my personal story.  This is what prompted me to open up to a wider audience through blogging.

Before submitting my writing to Patheos, I hadn’t the slightest notion that there would be those with Muslim backgrounds as well as practicing Muslims who felt using the ‘Taliban’ moniker was in significant ways alienating or even dangerous to them.  I explain the origin of the idea here: http://baptisttaliban.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-taliban-title.html

Then, recently, I wrote the piece for my blog, “How Male- Dominated Religion Bleeds Women”, http://baptisttaliban.blogspot.com/2013/01/how-male-dominated-religion-bleeds-women.html.

I was challenged by the author of “A Sober Second Look” about some statements I made in my post that she interpreted as condescending, humiliating, patronizing and dehumanizing to the very Muslimahs whose rights I claimed to be upholding.  I would like to answer those challenges.

From her blog:

But unfortunately sometimes, reading these blogs is more like realizing the answer to a question that been haunting me ever since I saw a memorial display with the statistics (broken down state by state) for lynchings of African-Americans in the twentieth century: Where does such visceral, violent hatred go? What happens to it, when it is finally driven more or less underground? Does it die for lack of oxygen? Or does it lie there in wait, perhaps mutating into something more socially acceptable so that it can rise again?

I can just barely get my head around this correlation.  The lynchings of African-Americans then was the culmination of rationalizations born out of extreme resentment, ignorance and prejudicial beliefs that those whose skin was black were inferior and thus ‘legitimately’ undeserving of any human rights at all.  

These rationalizations had little to nothing to do with extreme religious beliefs and practices of the captive future slaves, not that that would make such abominations any less reprehensible.  African-Americans did not choose to come to this country, but were captured, imprisoned and transported here to be slaves for the monetary benefit of their captors.  

So, you ask what happens to that kind of hatred when it is driven underground, then suggest it may mutate into something more socially acceptable in order to rise again.  Am I interpreting correctly that you fear  Muslims will be the next victims of such large-scale oppression? 

While your point that referencing the very austere attire to which a Muslimah devotes herself and making assumptions about the dynamics of her relationship to her husband might provoke animosity or even hostility from a minority in this age, I think it quite a stretch at this point to equate it with that of the mistreatment of African-Americans of the Civil Rights era, before and beyond.  I recognize that racial prejudice still does exist, but the undeniable realities of that past has forged a more conscientious and empathetic awareness in our society as a whole since then. 

As far as prominent attitudes towards Muslims in this country?  I observe at least a concerted effort by the press, educational systems, inter-faith organizations etc. to NOT stereotype Muslims or any other faith community as forces to be feared because of outwardly judged peculiarities.  I whole-heartily agree with this effort as a preventative and as a means to emphasize the attributes all share rather than ostracizing because of the differences.

But, in the context of the oppression of women, the niqab she was wearing does exemplify an extreme.  It naturally causes one to wonder if she dresses in such a way by choice--given what we know about extreme patriarchal belief systems in our own culture.  

  
Posters and commenters in particular in some of these blogs (and others like them) sometimes use a sort of short-hand that expresses that certain ideas, practices and institutions are oppressive:
  • a fundamentalist, controlling Christian community is a “fundystan”
  • any oppressive, hyper-controlling church or group is a “taliban”
  • conservative Christian teachings (especially on women’s roles) are a “mental burka”
  • to question and reject said teachings is to “throw off the mental burka”
  • and so on

I chose “taliban” because there is no question it was a murderous, oppressive regime.  Surely, no one questions that.  The audience for which my writing is intended needs to have an illustration of the severest form of religious oppression for that culture in hopes that some might begin to make the connection for their severe practices in this one.  It has shock value and shock value just might be the most useful tool at my disposal since nothing else has worked. 


But, as several commenters on that post point out, Cindy doesn’t even know the woman. Cindy has no idea about her life, her marriage, why she covers her face, or what her husband thinks of it. She is just using that woman’s body as a prop in her post, without that woman’s consent. And in order to argue against the oppression of women, no less. The irony of this has apparently escaped her.

Doesn’t everyone do this at one time or another?  Don’t we all compare impressions about people we don’t know based on their dress and other outward behaviors?  It was more about wondering out loud than drawing absolute conclusions.  

And, it’s all about Cindy. And her husband, Paul. Don’t get them wrong, they’re nice folks, so they condescend to share the planet, the nation, the city, the neighborhood, even the restaurant with Muslims. But still. How they feel as white, Christian Americans, seeing a Muslim family eating in the same restaurant is really important. How Cindy pities the veiled woman, and imagines that her husband controls how she relates to her faith. How Paul feels sick to his stomach at the sight of a woman in a face-veil. How Cindy patronizingly wonders how the woman could possibly enjoy eating out.”
The above statements are the ones I found to be most presumptuous of all.  As I have stated in the comment section, we were not ‘condescending’.  I wrote that hurriedly, completely without a notion that it would be interpreted as such.  So, as I had presumed some things about the veiled woman, much is presumed about me in this statement.  Had I known, I would have worded it differently.  I took out the part about my husband being ‘sick to his stomach’ on my actual blog.  I had a different audience in mind, but I do acknowledge that was a poor choice of words. 
I actually was not pitying the woman.  I was identifying with her.  If she in fact, were a victim of imposed indoctrination that has her as imprisoned spiritually, emotionally and even physically as I was, then the differences between the two religions are only a matter of degrees.  I was seeing my former self in her.  
“It also makes me feel very sorry for the veiled woman. Imagine having to eat your dinner in close proximity to those who you know are reacting to you in such negative ways. And having your kids witness all that. How humiliating and depressing.”
All the more reason I could wonder if she were making the choice to dress that way or if she was indoctrinated, manipulated and/or even forced to do so by the men in her life.  I wonder the same when I see the Amish, Fundamentalist Mormon, Penticostal Holiness, Hutterite, Jehovah’s Witness women as well as the extreme Baptist Fundamentalist women in my own history in public.
“Being critical of patriarchal religions is one thing. Writing about a white man’s nausea at the sight of a veiled woman and passing this off as a statement against women’s oppression is quite another.”
Duly noted on this one.
“And, it’s a part of a much wider context. A context in which many people, including some journalists, feel free to use words that imply that Muslim = oppression/violence/danger.”
This is why it is important that Muslims (such as you) speak out, denouncing the oppressive/violent/dangerous factions of this religion whose women dress the same way, which makes the implication an easy one to make. How else are we to know how to make the differentiation?
Those of us who are from Independent Fundamental Baptist backgrounds, and even those who still consider themselves IFB are dealing with the same blanket impressions as a result of those vocal extremists who make the news for such notorious acts as beating their children, covering up sexual abuse for the sake of their ‘image’, satisfying their urges with prostitutes and other immoral and illegal acts while passionately opposing equal rights for women, same sex marriages, dancing, drinking and rock and roll music. The press and other vocal critics refer to these as ‘Fundies’, Bible-Thumpers, Holy-Rollers, Gay Bashers, Charlatans, Misogynists, Chauvinists, Fascists, Right-Wing Fanatics etc, etc, etc... 
But just as “Muslim” does not always equal oppression/violence/danger, neither does Independent Fundamental Baptist always equal the hostile things I listed above.
“Those words are borders, lines. Marking territory for those who belong, for the pure, in which Others (if present at all) are, well, Other. It’s that sort of thing that can help create an atmosphere that could lead to violence against those Others. Hardly something that is going to liberate all women.
Those words were not meant to be borders, lines or marking territory for those who belong to segregate the “Others”.  They were honest impressions made by observation.  They were meant to draw correlations, not borders.  
And since the issue at stake is said to be the oppression of women, this post is all the more remarkable. If the veiled woman is in fact abused, then what is the likely result of encountering white folks oozing pity, condescension and so forth?  Would she feel safe approaching them for help? Is it likely to inspire her to call the abused woman’s helpline, or the police, or to go to a shelter—where you know, she might well anticipate having to deal with more white folks with similar attitudes? Really?”
The issue at stake IS the oppression of women.  To infer otherwise is to judge my motives since I have stated that this was my intention.  I acknowledge that some statements I wrote could be interpreted as condescending and oozing pity but unless I affirm those were my intentions, I should be taken at my word.  If there is a question about those intentions then would it not be more illuminating to ask the questions instead of make presumptions?
If I could have asked the veiled woman if my impressions of her were correct without embarrassing her or compromising her safety and dignity, I would have.  But I doubt I would have gotten an honest answer from her anyway apart from the time it would take to establish trust.  So, using her as a ‘prop’ anonymously, assuming she would probably never know she was used as a representative for women who truly are oppressed is one seemingly benign way to draw responses from those in similar circumstances as one way to gain more insight. 
As for whether or not someone ‘oozing pity‘ and ‘condescension‘  would inspire her to get help, I have to say that if I were her and being abused, I think I would be more apt to seek help from anyone who expressed the slightest suspicion that I needed help before I would someone content to assume that my living under such extreme circumstances were at my own choosing.
So, while I apologize for not expressing clearly and concisely enough my motives for writing this piece, and perhaps being ignorant of and insensitive to the issues that concern Muslim women’s feelings of isolation and fear from living in a culture that does not understand their religion or their ways, I do not apologize for writing it.  
Neither do I apologize for using fitting tags that illustrate the similarities between the extreme, violent and abusive factions of your religion to the extreme, violent and abusive factions of the religion I came from.  I believe those comparisons need to be made in order for those practicing milder forms of abuse in the name of religion can see the extent of where they too can go under the authority and sanction of that religion. 
I sincerely hope this helps clarify my intentions




Wednesday, June 5, 2013

PRIDE OF THE BAPTIST TALIBAN PROTESTS GAY PRIDE?


Well, the Baptist Taliban Boys were out in force this past Saturday.




They came to represent ‘their god’ by displaying signs with Bible verses they interpret as condemning of homosexuality at the Gay Pride Parade held annually here in Tulsa. 

This, they would argue, is how God expects them to demonstrate ‘love’.  They are expressing ‘love’ to the ‘reprobates’ by warning them that if they don’t-- paraphrasing that infamous protesting preacher creature, Fred Phelps--”turn, they’ll burn” in hellfire for ever and ever and ever, Amen.  

I suspect they have faithfully protested every year since the event started in the late 90’s.  My husband led the charge then.   He drafted the messages for the signs and helped construct them and then carried one himself.

It was a ‘great’ opportunity to rally and unite the men in a valiant effort, sanctified by their inerrant interpretation of scripture to admonish the World for tolerating the ‘wickedness‘ of homosexuality--the only cause to my knowledge, they consistently and visibly protest from outside the walls of their church building. 

 I could insert a whole list of other ‘moral‘ activities and institutions they would deem abominations to God and detrimental to society that they could protest also, but nevertheless...  

Why do they only pick on the gays?

I know the reasons they would give, but I don’t believe them to be the real reasons.  I believe the real reasons are far less virtuous...

But I don’t want to get into that right now.

I well remember their sanctioning expressions of mockery, ridicule and contempt for anyone who is gay ( or sodomite-- their favored term) or who is even tolerant of the LGBTQ existence and regardful of their rights, safety and comfort in this society.

If their motives were to convert and redeem these souls to Jesus, one would think they’d make some attempts to be personable and exhibitive of some semblance of compassion?
  
Not that I’ve ever seen...

So, now, to reveal why the presence of their little sign-bearing-soldier- band at THIS particular event repulses me so.

First, when I think of these people holding scripture signs as a ‘spiritualized’ way to protest the Gay Pride Parade, I am reminded of the account in the eighth chapter of John where the religious leaders (Pharisees) brought a women caught in the very act of adultery before Jesus to find cause by which to accuse him.  They cited the law of Moses which condemned her to death by stoning for her transgression, but wanted to know what He would say on the matter.

Remembering the story,  he wrote on the ground as if to ignore them.  When they continued to press him, he said, “He that is without sin among you, let him cast a stone at her” and then stooped to write on the ground again.  At this, they were convicted of their own consciences and walked away one by one.  Jesus asks the woman where her accusers are, she says, “There are none” and he tells her that he doesn’t condemn her either, go and sin no more.

The woman’s act was condemned by the law under penalty of death by stoning.  Jesus came and fulfilled the law freeing her (and us) from the letter of the Law through his sacrifice. 

A few verses down, in Jesus’ continuing reproof of the Pharisees, he states, 

15 Ye judge after the flesh; I judge no man.
16 And yet if I judge, my judgment is true: for I am not alone, but I and the Father that sent me.
If Jesus, being God in the flesh, said he “judge(s)” no man, is there a man in this world today who can be qualified to judge anybody?
Consider the words of Jesus from Matthew 5:
27 Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not commit adultery:
28 But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.
Even if there were a man who could successfully keep the whole law, exceeding the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, who is there that could keep all of it in his heart?  No one, of course.  Even if there was one who could, Jesus raised the bar on that, reminding them of what they all knew they could never do--keep from sinning in their hearts.  At least they had enough humility to walk away....
20 For I say unto you, That except your righteousness shall exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, ye shall in no case enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Now, let us consider some facts about some of the squeaky-clean Baptist Taliban leaders and pastor:
*One of the men holding a sign is a convicted felon as a conspirator in the Williams Co. crimes to the tune of 50 million+ dollars. This same man was treasurer at the church at the same time he was ripping the rest of the country off.  He continued as treasurer even during the investigation and beyond.  Treasurer?  Really?
*Another of the men holding a sign was sent away by The Preacher to Lester Roloff’s adult program for cheating on his wife.
*The Preacher has preached with emphasis numerous times that the Bible teaches to literally BEAT children, knowing there were mentally unstable members who did just that.
*The Preacher (by law a mandatory reporter) has also neglected to report the child abuse he knew was taking place within his church.
*The Preacher, by citing ‘spiritual authority’ prohibited at least one and maybe more documented mentally ill person/s from seeking professional help when his ‘counsel’ was not working.  He also discouraged them from taking medications prescribed for their mental illnesses.
*One of the men holding a sign was heard to ask at the funeral of a young man and former member who tragically drowned, “where the other BABT whores (meaning girls who left the church and not present at the funeral) were”.
*There are four gay young adults and one transgender young adult who grew up in that church but since left, of whom not ONE of these ‘godly’ men has EVER even attempted to reach out to in demonstration of their ‘love’ or concern.
*All of these men have supported The Preacher’s devastating, family-dividing and destroying acts that have perpetuated heartache and sorrow for over 10 years.
And I could go on and on, but I believe the above facts quite adequately makes the point.  
Yet, there is one more thing I want to add.  I Corinthians 13 says:
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
For these men to actually think they are qualified to stand in protest of anyone else’s ‘sins’ as if theirs are any less abominable, is a mockery of all that Jesus lived and died for.
For these men to claim they have anything close to the genuine Agape love, which is prerequisite for any truly ‘righteous’ act they might perform to mean anything, is also a mockery to the One they claim to live for.
But one thing is certain.  Their presence there does expose them for the whited sepulchers they truly are.  Even if they have truly repented of the sinful acts I listed before, there is not one of them who could claim absolute pure hearts.  And that alone levels the playing field. 
So, Baptist Taliban Boys, stay home.  Learn to acknowledge your own wrongs. Have the moral fortitude to say, “I’m sorry”.  Learn who Jesus really was and how he really lived from the guidance of the personal Holy Spirit you claim to possess rather than following The Preacher’s distorted version.  Practice walking in His steps.  See others through His eyes.
And then...
You may be surprised to discover...
That instead of the gay community being a threat to your idealistic, unrealistic world view, you’ll see them as persons who are so much more than their sexual orientation.
And then again, perhaps you could REALLY love and care for them,
as Jesus does. 






  
















  






Monday, April 22, 2013

THE IMPORTANCE OF MUSIC IN REMEMBERING

Paul at 21 and our '67 GTO

Paul and I went to a ‘Chicago’ concert a few evenings ago.

It was the latest in a number of concerts we’ve attended in the last couple of years.  We’ve been having much fun in these later years experiencing activities that had so long been prohibited, so we take advantage of every opportunity to ‘catch up’.

There were several songs the band “Chicago” recorded in the early days of our relationship that instantly summon memories of  our newly discovered love and the moments that had to be stolen to be shared.


Paul visits me in Houston during summer break
  I believe it is very important that we DID have the liberty and occasion to enjoy the music of our day so that the intense emotion those memories evoke could be preserved to this very day. It enhances our relationship every time we hear one of ‘our songs’.

We met at Baptist Bible College.  We began dating.  Then, in order to spend every possible moment together, we would meet in the snack shop between classes.  We stayed there so long that we often missed classes and had to drop them.  We eventually dropped so many classes, there were no more to be dropped!

Ah, but those stolen moments in the snack shop!  The very fact that they were ‘stolen’ made them all the more cherished.  Chicago’s song, “If You Leave Me Now” is the one I hear in my heart’s memory when I think of those times. 


“Just You And Me” reminds me of the late night cruises up and down Kearney street in our ’67 Corvette blue GTO.  Springfield was a hot rod town in those days and ‘crusin’ was a favored fix for boredom. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TWFWZYuwy0

We were young, often broke, and always looking for a little fun and what camaraderie we could summon in those who shared a love for the street rods.  There were lots of quarter-mile street races, followed by gatherings at the A&W Drive In to rehearse the evening’s winnings and losings.  Hoods were raised so that each contestant could curiously examine each opponent’s engine muscle.  

Any night the stars were shining and the streets were dry was a good night for cruising.  It was a time when hot-rodding couples could sit close and enjoy the thrill of a win or  some affectionate ‘consoling’ at a loss.  Those were the “Just You And Me” occasions.




And we had a Chicago song for  the times we had to be apart.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILU2DS_FbzQ




Friend's rods lined up on the street beside our house





A very important step towards recovering from the identity
crisis that inevitably occurs as a result of spiritual abuse is to revisit and rediscover the person you were before the abuse.  

This has been a slow but steady process for Paul and I, as the angst we felt from our legalistic indoctrination made us so incredibly skeptical and suspicious, we feared even the most benign ‘worldly’ activity would land us in the opposite extreme.

If there was one thing we wanted to guard against, it was gravitating towards another extreme.  We knew we were as vulnerable as Stephanie Meyer’s newborn vampires turned loose on a world bountiful in rich, available blood, Ha Ha!  Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.  But it is a pretty adept correlation, don’t you think?

Nevertheless, we were continually being presented with questions like, “is it okay to do this;  is it okay to listen to that;  is it okay to wear this; is it okay to go here or there;  should we minister with or even join in prayer with the non-independent Baptist (Yeah, we actually had to struggle with that one);  should we join up with any activity such as team sports with non-independent Baptists;  much less non Baptist;  should we even associate at all with unbelievers except to try to convert them?”  

And the list grew the longer we were ‘out’.

Well, eventually we found ourselves tossing the many superfluous beliefs, if you can even call them beliefs.  I am not even sure at this point that we ever really ‘believed’ in all the things we practiced.  They became more habits we adopted in order to belong while really only convincing ourselves we ‘believed’ them.

I will try to list the discarded standards in order of their dismissal: 

no more ban on TV (we even installed satellite, shock and awe...);  no more ban on renting movies;  we could go to restaurants with bars (you know, such sleazy dives as Olive Garden, Applebees or Ruby Tuesdays?);  no more ban on contemporary Christian music;  no more ban on Southern Gospel music;
no more ban on secular music (though there was much oversight on lyrics);  no more ban on organized sports; boys could wear basketball shorts (but one 16 year old son had to wear long pants/slicks or sweats-the first year, anyway);  no more ban on girls playing organized sports; girls could wear basketball shorts;  girls could wear pants; no more ban on theatre movies;  no more ban on home school support groups or co-op classes and more and more and more.....  

Then, as the kids were old enough to drive, we relaxed curfews only requiring them to call us, tell us where they were and give us a time frame for when they would come home.  This they complied with willingly and consistently.  They began going to concerts with friends and siblings and pretty much had liberty to make their own decisions about their activities-- within reason, of course.  

It was uncomfortable for us in the beginning, but found that the more liberty (not neglect or excessive permissiveness) we allowed them, the better their attitudes, the closer our relationships grew, the more they began to trust us and the less they felt the need to challenge what boundaries there were.  

That is not to say they made a smooth, uneventful transition into adulthood or never got into trouble at all. That is not to say, either, they are ‘there’ even yet.   Some did test the laws and paid the consequences.  But the same ones learned from it and straightened right up--on their own-- without the excessive hand-wringing, threatening and drastic measures typical of parents who find themselves in such predicaments. 

But, with one HUGE consolation...we were by then, so removed from the disapproving, condemnatory, disparaging stance of our former ‘Christian’ peers and critics, we weathered those times with much more grace, peace and confidence.  As uncomfortable as those situations were, we had the assurance that it was okay to let them fail from time to time and it wouldn’t cost us our ministry, our self-respect or most importantly....theirs.

So, with all that, I am so happy that my kids are able to make the kind of memories we made from the music of their day.  They are already relating more recent happy memories to songs they hear over the radio, on movies, TV or even through some PA system in a public outdoor square.  

And the best part of that?  They share them with us!