Of course, his mentioning My Little Ponies stirred my daughter's affections and she quickly began to add to the conversation. My erudite commentary upon the passage and the winsome probing questions I had formulated were obviously not as good as I thought and in no way were they more appealing than Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash.As funny as this now seems in retrospect, in the moment, my heart sunk under a good dose of discouragement. When I survey the history of the church, it is hard not to notice the fruit family worship has produced.And yet these ten minutes of sowing seeds and offering worship have eternal benefits.Last night was one of those nights that it didn't quite feel like we were doing something that had eternal benefits.
It is a treasure that has been handed down from generation to generation.If we resign teaching our children the faith, reading the Word, and praying with them to the spontaneous moment, more often than not, we will look back and realize that little actual time was spent upon these things. But even the good things can crowd out what is necessary. Seuss and The Chronicles of Narnia are heard, but Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John are unknown.It is not intentional negligence, but it happens nonetheless. The topics of conversation are the day's events and future endeavors, but seldom are the Scriptures discussed.The greatest treasure we can give is the knowledge of who God is and what He has done.Asaph says, "We will not hide them from their children, but tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lord, and his might, and the wonders that he has done." And it isn't to stop there.