Whell yeah...I would say I'm in "rant" mode. I haven't blogged in several weeks, being particularly busy schooling these little guys. We've made the salt blocks and painted gold glittery nuggets of West Africa, sailed our Santa Marias, feasted on the sweet potatoes of the Americas and much much more. This morning I had no formal school scheduled because of Dr. appointments, but learn we did!
Ah..... but yes, our children are always learning aren't they? Owen was driving me crazy so I turned on the last resort "babysitter" and sat down to nurse the baby and drink my tea. Well, the great teacher quickly drew the crowds so before we knew it, all the kids were flocked around mesmerized by some innocent looking Sprout show on PBS... Super Readers I think it was. Well, my ears perked up when I realized they were presenting the most confusing,jumbled excuse for reading instruction I could possibly have imagined and I thought maybe I should put on something else. Hannah and I would periodically explain to the non-readers that we don't "sound out" words using their letter names, but in fact their phonetic sounds and that's why it looked so confusing. (All capitals no less). But it got better. (Hang in there with me, I do have a point)...
The show began with a little boy super hero and his baby sister. She said his name and no one in his family believed him. He called for his Super Reader friends to help him with the dilemma. Immediately the plot began to thicken.
Worldly, sick and twisted Cartoon humanist Agenda #1:Your family is the enemy. They won't understand you. Your little friends will.
So his little buddies fly in and in keeping with the "reading" theme of the show they call up magical help from a book with little Princess "P"s magical wand. Down from the shelf flies "The little boy who cried Wolf". Thank goodness! I think. There's a moral to this after all... But then they begin to diabolically twist and mangle the original story beyond all recognition... They made it out like the little purple lovable wolf was the little boy's friend. When he would "cry wolf", nobody would believe him even though the wolf was actually there playing catch with him because his friendly little wolf friend would wander off picking flowers whenever they would come. (I kid you not.) I'm thinking what in the world are they twisting this story for? The second, third, fourth sick and twisted Cartoon humanist agendas began to emerge...
Agenda #2 ~ It is O.K. to re-write history and literature to suit your fancy and to convince the current generations of what you want to teach them, regardless of if it is polar opposite to the moral of the original. Everything is relative right?
Agenda #3 ~ The Holy Bible is just a fairytale and therefor equally open to re-writing to suit the current humanistic godless mindset of the times. There is no original sin, and cute little boys are only corrupted by their environments (i.e. unbelieving parents and townspeople) So current cartoon is removing anything implying sinfulness in a little innocent boy. (Like, lying to get attention and jerking the busy townspeople around all day, manipulating their desire to protect him.)
Agenda #4 ~ Wolves (and sin) don't have to be dangerous. They can be cuddly and purple if they're not misunderstood by a bunch of intolerant grown-ups. (until they eat you of course.)
So in the end, the little boy who cried wolf (because in this story there really always was a cuddly little wolf) starts spewing out the same psycho babble I was presented with in 7th grade in a formal "anger management" class at my public school. Little cartoon boy begins... "Townspeople, I feel hurt by you when I tell you about my wolf friend and you don't believe me. You need trust me and stick around long enough to see that a wolf really is here." So all the townspeople grown-ups apologize and then the little purple wolf pops out with a bouquet of flowers. Psyyyyyyyyyyyyychoooooooo..... Yeah. They were trying to feed this to my kids and I almost didn't see it.
Agenda #5 ~ Kids DESERVE trust. Adults OWE it to them and if the kid doesn't seem trustworthy, then the parents just need to "stick around" get educated, stop judging him, wait till he is trustworthy and trust him all the while.
Agenda #6 ~ Reality is your own perception so you may never in fact see eye to eye and agree on the truth but parents need to learn toleration in all things because cute little kids are only corrupted by unbelieving and intolerant old people and your belief system is outdated and intolerant.
Agenda #7 ~ Everything....absolutely EVERYTHING must be tolerated. (Oh, except Christians and their intolerant Bible.)So little boy reader goes back to his own land, gathers his family around his little sister's crib, spells out T-R-U-S-T in big letters (not phonetically mind you, and in all caps to add a little insult to injury!) and begins to rebuke his parents with what he just learned from the new re-written version of the old classic. He says "Family, I felt hurt when you didn't believe me when little sister said my name. You need to trust me and stick around long enough to hear her say it!" Idiot spineless Dad interjects "Son, you're right. We just need to trust you." And of course the baby says his name, the 5 year old kid is vindicated and has just taught his family a good lesson.
Really Sick humanist Agenda #8 ~ Fathers are idiots to be constantly mocked and disobeyed. In fact, they are least trustworthy member of the untrustworthy dysfunctional family unit.
Well thank God my three big kids caught on. Eli said "Hey, that's weird, the kids are the ones sposed ta trust the Dad!" with his cute little left eyebrow cocked, blue eyes peering through smudgy glasses. Hannah was frowning and commenting, Gemma was pointing out actual logical fallacies. But little innocent, pliable, believing Silas, Essie and Owen were all wide eyed and loving the happy colorful humanist fun. Essie cried when I shut it off to correct them. How many times have I, the vigilant home schooling, super strict about television, ever-watchful mother, stood by while my kids were brainwashed right in the safety of their own home? Forgive me Lord.
Do I sound too paranoid here? Am I overreacting? Am I a hyper sensitive over protective parent? Heck yeah. There is no higher calling mothers, than to be hyper sensitive to all the spiritual, physical, emotional, psychological, educational dangers out there and to vigilantly protect your precious little people from them. Why not? Why the heck not? Dump a bucket of cold water over your head if you need to and wake up to reality.
Anyway, the kids and I had a great conversation to point out and prevent the damage of the TV beast. I asked them to tell me all the lies and fallacies they just heard and all the agendas. For the most part the (big kids) were able to present the contradicting TRUTHS. But would they have if I hadn't thrown a hissy fit? I think their consciences pricked a little, but had I not made a deal out of it and drawn the dangers out to their fullest conclusions, I think they all may have sat there mesmerized and their little canvasses would have been marred. My hope is that those little canvasses will be such a glorious picture of Christ and His redemptive plan, that rarely a eye will see it and not want to know a little more. Why would I labor so carefully on each color and stroke, to just hand it over to be so marred?
Truth #1: Families are sinful, yes. But the family is God's design. Instead of walking through life with a chip off our shoulder about the areas each of our families failed to perfectly display God's design, maybe we ought to go back to original sin and discover the unique redemptive plan God is working out through each of our fallen yet made in God's image families. As Christians with this mission, we must guard against the humanist mindset that is bent on weakening the family. Reject any assumption that says a child would/should inevitably go through the phase and become "too cool", distancing himself from the family that truly loves him. Weakening the family is a real agenda flourishing in our nation.
Mothers (and Fathers), I encourage you! I mess up in this too. How often have I turned on the tube and thought they were watching an innocent cartoon, or how often have I let them wander out of my sight and hearing because I was socializing or (uhhhh....blogging?) For the record, Gemma is teaching them all math right now. ;) There is no higher calling, and "no greater joy than to see that our children walk in truth".