Just to set the record straight, my children, as well as the hundreds of other kids who made my home a second home, knew the boundaries and the consequences for testing them. One of the missions God assigned us is raising up our children in Him. Another is leading others to him. Another is loving children, our neighbor, even prisoners and enemies, caring for and feeding those who need it. All of those things we have done since before our wedding 42 years ago. We've fed as many as 50+ children in one sitting, and I never knew how many would be there for supper when I came home. We've spent time working with prisoners. Each of us taught Sunday school for many years. From my late 20s until a few years ago I was a deacon. My wife was/is a first responder, and our children and I would sometimes (as schedules allowed) travel with her to help with rebuilding, sharing with the displaced families. I bought our churches first two church buses and drove up to 70 kids 20+ miles into church from a depressed area on Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights for many years, as well as working with Jr./St. High youth groups, then occasionally driving them hundreds of miles for Christian rock festivals and field trips. We hosted frequent paintball/dirt bike/horseback weekends for dozens of youth and adults, and supplies several of the guns, safety equipment, 3 various sized dirt bikes and a small herd of horses that I trained. We held annual goat roasts where church members could invite neighbors. In the early 80s we personally started one of the first Right To Life chapters, back when most churches thought that fighting abortion was too divisive and political, gradually convincing local preachers to join in. After dropping off bus kids we used to go back out to a local nursing home to provide transportation for the residents to church. Several of them, ignored by family, would share Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners in our home. In our 40s twenty-somethings would often show up at our door around suppertime, staying there talking until 2:00-3:00 a.m. snacking and making cappuccino. We still have horses for guests even though neither of us can ride any longer. My wife led Girl and Cub Scouts for many years, and I managed little league teams for several. My wife, a clinical social worker, lcsw (therapist) worked with abused, suicidal, drug-addicted, mentally ill youth for over 10 years in an inner-city school setting, and now works with mentally ill inmates in a state prison. While in the school she had many non-patients hanging in her office after school hours. They, and their families, would often come to our farm on weekends and during the summer. Now, in their 20s, they still come down with their spouses and children. We recently had one of our first "neighbor kids", who followed us to the country when we moved away, ask if we could keep her granddaughter and great-granddaughter for a while to see if we could help get her straightened out. Many of our foster kids were the children of strangers who heard from their friends about how their kid had come to live with us for a few months and come home a different child. Word of mouth brought them to our door. I started, grew, supplied and operated the coffee, bagel, donuts, fruit ministry at church, and occasionally cooked a full breakfast menu. We support, separately from the church, over and above our tithe, a couple of widows and some foreign and domestic missions. And our kids used to help us Christmas shop for families going through hard times, then the kids would sneak the wrapped packages, bagged, onto their porches, ring the doorbells, and then run off to hide. And in my retirement I have had the time to occasionally testify before state legislative committees, the General Assembly and Senate on such subjects as labor, immigration, and healthcare legislation, because they all are quality of life issues. All these things can be considered biblical missions.
So since I'm apathetic, what do you do?