I've been following Beauty From The Heart, a blog by three young women: Kristin, Hannah and Lindsey. Hannah recently posted this wise but controversial story, a part of which I've pasted here:
Brave Bloggers: Kristen, Hannah and Lindsey
...I am on the verge of making a very politically incorrect absolute
statement: There’s no place like home. The statement (albeit cliché) is ever so
true. Even for organizationally-challenged (I.e. naturally sloppy) people like
me, a tidy, cozy home in which God is held at the very center, is something to
savor. I’m not the only one. However uniquely individual women have been
designed, with varying arrays of talents, I believe unshakingly that every woman
was created to love the home.
There was a woman Carole Mayhall wrote of in her book, Come Walk With
Me, who emanated this love.A missionary wife who traveled constantly with her
husband in the bush, migrating from hut to hut, she had no steady house. Yet it
was so much a part of her identity to make a comforting environment, that
everywhere she went, she carried a set of silver candle sticks. She’d set them
on her makeshift table in an effort to turn every hut she lived in into a home.
Like the missionary wife, all women have the capability to cultivate homes that
are refuges, and nurture godliness.
I believe that it is specifically the calling of women to do so.
Although it may not be a woman’s only calling, she is told by Scripture to
fulfill this task.(See Proverbs 31 and Titus 2.) In the midst of a culture
radically adverse to any sort of distinction between men and women, my
persuasion is a part of a minority (and a minor minority at that).
George Bernard Shaw, a bitingly agnostic socialist wrote, “Home is the
girl’s prison and the woman’s workhouse.” Thus is the common perception of
homemaking. (Jane wears the quote like a T-shirt…in fact, it’s may be on a
T-shirt.)To an extent, I agree with Shaw; the home can certainly be a prison and
workhouse. Likewise, any kind of rules concerning a woman’s nature can be seen
as imprisonment-- from one perspective.
From where Jane is standing, the home doesn’t look like all that and a
bag of chips because work is tiresome and rules plead for obedience. But the
grass is always greener on the side of disobedience, until we reach that side
and look back at the lush plants where we were. With a right, Biblical
perspective, knowing full well the freedom that comes with obedience, home is
less a cage than a stage to display God’s glory.
I like what Touchstone, the wise court jester in Shakespeare’s As You
Like It, observed about contentment. Upon arriving wearily to the forest of
Arden, he declared, “Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place: but travellers must be content.” While it’s fun to see places abroad, only when we find our identities in the locations God places us---be it in Connecticut or the Congo--do we discover contentment.