Diary of a Disturbing Influence


stewardship and family planning

My mom and I stumbled upon a Discovery Health Channel special on the Duggar family. If you haven’t heard of the Duggars, check out this link: http://health.discovery.com/convergence/duggars/duggarfamily.html. They have 17 children (18 if you count the one on the way) and believe that birth control is ’selfish’ since the Bible says that children are a blessing from the Lord. Families that adhere to this philosophy are called ‘quiverfull’ families in reference to Psalm 127: 3-5: “…blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them (children).”

I don’t intend to posit that children are anything but a blessing; I believe the Bible is quite clear on the subject. However, the Bible also encourages good stewardship. In Genesis, we’re commanded to be good stewards of the earth. The stewardship motif doesn’t stop there. The Scriptures are packed with examples of the consequences brought by bad stewards and the blessings brought by good ones. One of Jesus’ most famous parables deals with stewardship, and the Apostle Paul instructs early believers to be sure that an Elder is a good steward of his household ( http://www.bible.org/page.php?page_id=433; as an egalitarian I disagree with some parts of this commentary but it provides a closer look at the stewardship element of the office).

Here’s my question: is it good stewardship to have a Duggar-sized family? I would argue that it is actually very poor stewardship indeed. It’s not selfish to want to control the size of your family. It’s common sense. If you know you don’t have the resources to care for a large family then you have no business having one. Plus, if you’re using all your available resources (time, money, etc) to provide for you and yours, what do you have left to contribute to the kingdom of God?

When you consider the quiverfull philosophy from this angle, their argument is turned on its head. Birth control suddenly doesn’t seem so selfish, does it?

 



keeping at home?

I’ve encountered Christian patriarchy in one form or another since childhood, but until recently, I didn’t have a name for it. I started questioning it at age seven when I demanded to know why our church made girls wear skirts. “I don’t know, honey,” said my mother. “Well, that’s stupid,” I told her, and she didn’t argue. My mother is an outdoors person. She was a tomboy who played with Tonka trucks instead of dolls, and to this day she loves nothing more than to fish in a mountain stream on a fall day. You don’t wear skirts when you go fishing.

You can’t climb trees in them, either. I discovered this when I was eight. I attempted climbing our apple tree in a dress, which ripped. Mom said: “Sarah, you can wear a dress or climb trees. Not both.” I chose the trees and I’ve never looked back. My life has not been empty or unfulfilled because of that childhood decision. I don’t feel that I am somehow unfeminine because I like climbing trees or hate wearing dresses or better yet, plan to pursue a career. Organizations like Vision Forum and Visionary Daughters would have us believe that unmarried women should live at home until their eventual marriage. Apparently, marriage is to be the goal of every woman’s life. A career is unthinkable. Her sole job is to be a keeper at home, and her boss is her husband (and, allegedly, God). Independence? Higher education? Dating? Goodbye to them.

My parents have always told me that if I didn’t go to college, they were kicking me out after I was 18. They put great store in the ability to fend for oneself, and that is what I and my brother have been trained to do. We were encouraged to follow our dreams, to use our God-given abilities. Not once was I criticised as sinful or unwomanly because I preferred reading books to cooking or sewing. I am an International Studies major. I will be studying in Wales for the fall semester of 2009, and I’m hoping for an internship in DC next spring. Keep at home? No, thank you. I love to travel and I love to be on my own, and I don’t doubt that God’s made me that way for a reason.

I want to marry some day, maybe even have children. But it’s not my priority, and why should it be? My priority should be serving God. It’s a priority that I am trying to keep a priority. Other things like to creep in, but that’s life in this world. I’m grateful that my parents threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn’t do something with my life. I’m glad that my mother thinks it’s wierd for girls my age (19) to marry. She is of the firm conviction that the Quiverfull and Patriarchal camps are out of their minds, and more importantly, out of the Scriptures. And I am glad that my father finally recognized that I do not need him or my little brother to protect me.

A godly family, indeed.