Is it right for MK's or PK's to have to go without for their parents calling???
 

This thread is inspired from this post.... and MANY other stories I've heard through the years....

Does God recompense provision and protection back to those children??? They obviously had no choice in the matter, they went where their parents went....

I'm not just speaking of these children but MANY MANY others....

I don't feel sorry for any child being brought up to be a missionary for Jesus.
The ones I feel sorry for are the ones not taught responsibility or a work
ethic.The ones not allowed to come to know Jesus.Those are those I feel
sorry for.Their reality is going to come as a shock.Email and ask Sister Nona
Freeman if she felt underprivilaged with Sister Eastridge as a momma or better yet read the book she wrote about her mother.Its an eye and heart
opener.

Wow. Of course its right. If God calls the child's parents; then God will provide grace sufficient for the child's needs.

Furthermore, what the child lacks in material goods and advantage is nothing compared to the opportunity given to them to see the world more clearly as God does and to more easily recognize what really matters in life.

Nintendo for little Suzie vs. parents honoring the call of God in their lives. No contest. Not even close. :cool:

EXACTLY! :cool:

maybe she could go to Best Buy.... :D

Growing up as a PK, I never felt like we were underprivileged. My Dad pastored the church, worked a full time job and held several district offces. He was a busy man to say the least. We did not get to see much of him at home, but he always tried to include us in whatever he was doing when he could. He was a man who loved to have his family with him. My Mom as well. We never felt like we were giving up anything. We weren't made to feel like we were being forced to go along and that we had no choice. My parents made everything seem like such a good experience that we wanted to join right along with them. Why wouldn't we want to They were having a good time, so why wouldn't we join in as well. Whatever they did they put their whole heart and soul into it and they never lost their joy while doing it.

My parents were also very careful to never discuss church problems in front of us. If there was drama going on, we missed the show. We didn't know about it and thus were protected from a lot of the misery. This is where I feel some ministers miss the mark, they sometimes are not careful when they are discussing situations. Kids should not have to carry the load that the parents were called to carry and that is where the distinction comes in, in my opinion. Children of ministers can be a huge help to their parents in the work of God, but they must be protected from the emotional upheaval that happens. It is not easy for a child to watch their parent criticized on a regular basis. There are people in the church that I grew up in, where my Dad pastored. that were absolute trouble makers. I had no idea what some of them were capable of until I was grown up. Believe me, I am thankful to my parents for keeping me sheltered. Had I known about some of the stuff as it happened, I could have been scarred for life. I have a deep concern for PK's who have to bear the burden they get roped into carrying from saints who cannot mind their business.

Excellent response!

Not only that, but in UPCI when the children reach the age of 18 (I believe) they have the choice to stay on the mission field or go back to the States.

Children are very resiliant and adaptable. I believe that as long as a child receives love and attention from the parents they can adjust to other circumstances no matter how tough they may be.

It does take time though and I think that is where Sister Alvear's granddaughter is at right now. A time of grieving over unwanted change in her life. Hopefully her parents will make it an adventure for her and soon the good will outweigh the bad.

I think the question is are the parents called?? If they are called, God will provide. If not, they will have to answer for what was lacking.

They are a part in the divine plan of God. Yet as little ones it is sometimes beyond their comprehension to understand the great plan that each one plays on the stage of life.

I called this morning to talk to her to tell her I am proud of her and she is Grandma´s angel to help such a needy people and when grandma can afford it grandma will buy her a cell phone to receive calls and a nice little closet like she had here.
She loved the little worship team she was a part of so I am praying God will help her find some little friends and she can soon help them to find Christ and have a brand new little team up there.
I have talked to my daughter in law that she not only will have to fulfill the role of mother but for a time she will have to be everything to her daughter…
I remember many times the pressures of the work; the way we work (not depending on any said group of people) took up so much of my time as a mother. Once I was giving so many English lessons just to help buy food and gasoline and pay bills plus my other duties I was sleeping maybe 3 hours at the most. (I really don´t require a lot of sleep but we need more than that) One day I was walking out the door and said to my children that I had to run meet someone that wanted to meet me. One of my boys looked up at me and said, Mother we wanted to meet you to!
I realized something had to change. Brother Alvear was doing all he could but the work needed his spiritual guidance and I could make more money teaching than he could and He has never liked going to the states because he has such a problem (he thinks) with the English language. He really does well and English is not his first or even second language it is his third!
I got rid of some of my students so I could spend more quality time with my children. When I would make the long journeys into the backlands many times I would take them so mission work turned out to be an adventure to them.
I never had money to have fancy things so on the kitchen wall right beside our table I put this big map on the wall and when we would eat we would talk to the children about the calling of God, the needs of this country, why we chose to route we chose. We helped them understand why some missionaries had a washing machine and all kinds of appliances, lots of food and we usually did not have these things. Today I am so glad for that little face that looked up to me and said, Mother we want to get to know you.
All my life as a missionary I have been consumed with a burning love for Brazil but I had to realize my family was my first mission station and if I could not be a good mother and wife I could not give the people here what they need.
To make a journey of a life time short…Our son (only blood son) flies in tomorrow from the states where he and his wife have been doing deputation, he pastors a large growing work in south Brazil, our son Arlei that I have written about is up in the jungle area working for God, Our son Michael flew to meet some Americans to Sap Paulo Brazil and take them around and translate for them. He and his family just returned Sunday night with a team from another state where they were evangelizing. Two sons will hold the fort down here while late tonight Brother Alvear and I fly to the south for meetings. Kids that grew up at our home many are preachers today. If we had not realized our children needed more quality time the story could have ended on such a bitter note.
So, I must say we that have a special high demanding call must reserve family time to save our children and families.
Today our children face the same things they watched us face when they were growing up. Many, many times I set the table by faith with the kids and then we would go pray for God to give us something to eat and not one time He ever failed…
I do not tell you this for pity for I have had the most exciting life you could ever imagine. Many times not having a car I would leave to go to some area with one of the boys on a bus and we would ride it as far as it was going in the direction we were going and then get out and hitchhike! God never left me standing in the middle of nowhere without sending someone to help us! Sometimes they were strange looking people…
I remember one time way up in the jungle one of our boys was with me and I had traded a turtle I found with someone for a flashlight. So I gave the flashlight to my son that was with me and when he saw the hut we would stay in so full of huge spiders and all kinds of bugs he was entertained all night while I slept in my hammock.
When Michael was five we were in the backlands of the state of Bahia and had been walking for hours in the hot blistering sun and had to climb a little mountain. I missed him and looked back and he was knelt down I said, “Michael, let´s go we have to get where we are going before it gets dark…”He looked at me and said, “Mother, I am praying for strength…”
That was an exciting trip when we finally found the house of the family they were not at home.So we picked the locks got in the house took showers, fixed food and when they came in from work that evening they found us smiling sitting in their house… strange house, strange people but before we left they were all Christians!