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Remember. And...I want to be a "Rebelutionary" Mom


Today is the first day of the Olympics in China. Until the Olympics are over I resolve to post something each day to bring awareness and stir someone (mostly myself) up to prayer concerning China, it's government, and it's people.

"Remember Jesus Christ...for which I am suffering, bound with chains as a criminal. But the word of God is not bound!" - 2 Timothy 2:8a, 9

In China those words I just typed out are ILLEGAL! But no matter how a government tries to bind up the word of God with it's human laws, THE WORD OF GOD IS NOT BOUND!!!!

In China it is illegal to print, speak, sing, or share in anyway the Word of God in your own home, with a child, on the street as you walk, or in a housechurch meeting. The only place China says the word of God can be spoken is in one of the state TSPM Churches...and even there the government monitors what is spoken and preached.

The nations may rage. China can impose all the laws it wants to, but the word of God is not bound. Yet people who are the vessels through which the FREE word of God is delivered are though they were criminals.

In my flesh I want to get angry about this. I mean, how can a "modern", advanced, intellectual, wealthy society think that it's okay to throw someone in prison for freely sharing these words, "For God so loved the world (even China) that He gave His only Son. That whoever (even China) would believe in Him would not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it." (John 3:16-17) But the gentle, yet almighty Spirit of God reminds me that getting angry makes no difference- prayer does!
Please take the time to today to pray and remember our brothers and sisters in China who are treated as criminals for sharing the FREE word of God with bound-up souls.

I want to be a Rebelutionary Mom.

I began reading the book Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris yesterday, and I want to be, in fact, I am a Rebelutionary Mom by the grace of God. I'm sure I'll have this book finished by today and the impact it's dose of courage is bringing me will not be finished I pray for a lifetime.

I was grabbed by the Rebelutionary Blog the first time I read a post they wrote on what a real woman is. When I realized it was written by teens I was blown away! Why? Because I too have this unconscious judgement that teenagers shouldn't be so....wise! The article spurred me on to finding out more about these guys and I ran into a world-wide movement that I was completely unaware of. I was so encouraged and challenged by what I was reading on their blog that I decided to order their book "Do Hard Things."
Opening it and reading the dedication page, I was moved:
To our parents, Gregg and Sono Harris

This book is the message of your lives.

Our triumph is your triumph. We love you.

It's just the dedication page and they've already got me!!!!

It opened up a message the Lord has been stirring in my heart for sometime now, "Be what you want your kids to be." I want to be the kind of mom to my sons who leaves a message that burns in my heart (chiefly knowing Christ and bringing others to know Him) impressed in their hearts.

This book isn't just for teens. It really is a challenge to parents too. It's a challenge to invest your life in the spiritual labor of building up another soul for the kingdom of God...beginning with your own children.

I don't care especially that my sons write a book or start a website, that they are famous or successful at all by this world's standards. I DO care that they not let fear and this world's philosophy keep them bound by lies and floating like dead fish in the downward stream of comfortable living. I want them to BELIEVE they've been redeemed by Jesus and BELIEVE that He's created them new, despite their flesh which they must still contend with, and STAND on that belief as they do GOD things- partnering with God in changing lives and building up HIS kingdom.

It really begins with me. True, if I refuse to take up this challenge to do the hard thing of training my children in the ways of the Lord, trusting that I'm doing it in HIS strength and that He's partnering with me to build up His kingdom, God will still be sure to find someone who will believe in Him and build up the souls of my sons for His glory. But I'LL miss out on being the one God partnered with to do such a humanly impossible thing.

So pray for CHINA. Remember, make yourself aware that there's more going on the world than just what's going on in your little world. And pray!!!

And BE A REBELUTIONARY MOM! Train your kids to do hard things for God's glory by His grace.


  1. I love this group! I was so excited to see the button on your site. Ever since I heard Joshua Harris on James Dobson years ago about kissing dating goodbye, I have been endeared to this family.

    God is most certainly in this ministry! Raising my hand up high and waving: "I'm a Rebelution Mom" too!!! (oh no, now my son is embarrassed).

    I couldn't find the button on their blog...where did you get it?

  2. Thanks for the reminder about praying for China--I hope many read this and are brought to their knees for the persecuted church. Blessings to you!!


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