This picture is propaganda.
I grew up in an Evangelical Christian home, and there were two things I knew for certain I needed to do in order to be a good Christian: daily quiet time, and family devotions.
Of course you need to go to church. Anybody can go to church. But daily quiet time and family devotions? That meant you took your faith seriously. Which is how I came to know with certainty that I was not a great Christian. If I ever forgot, pictures like this would remind me.
There’s only one problem. This picture is propaganda. It is not an authentic moment from the life of an authentic family. How can you tell? Heads tilted, all on one side of the table, everyone’s smiling. Specially designed stand just to hold a ring-bound workbook. Little girl pointing to the picture, teaching her big sister, and they’re both smiling gently. No one’s really teaching. No one’s really learning. Everyone just knows… and smiles… because just knowing is so good. This is not a real family. It is a carefully crafted image designed to make you feel something.
Look how happy they are. Wouldn’t you like to be that happy? And they’re all together, spending time together instead of running around stressed and crazy. See how Dad is actually home instead of at work, or down at the bar? And the kids are so well-behaved. And look at the wife. See how she sits so nicely with her hands folded and her mouth shut? Wouldn’t you like that in your life?
It’s easy to poke fun at someone else’s work, especially since most advertising isn’t really meant to be looked at. It’s meant to be glanced at. It’s designed to plant an impression in your mind, not to make you think. But I’m betting there’s still something you missed. Because I missed it the first time I saw this picture too. I didn’t notice it until I sat down this week to focus on our reading.
The Pharisees were challenging Jesus, “Why don’t your disciples wash their hands before they eat?” Hand washing was one of many rituals the rabbis had recommended through the years. It wasn’t really in scripture, but it was definitely in the commentaries. Imagine all the reasons why washing your hands before you eat is a good idea. It looks better. It smells better. It’s got good symbolism. It gives you time to transition so you don’t just mindlessly stuff your face. Good hygiene leads to a healthier, longer life. They didn’t understand germs, of course, but they weren’t stupid. They had eyes and brains. There were lots of good reasons to wash your hands.
But Jesus’ disciples are just backwater fishermen. They don’t have much in the way of learning, and probably less in the way of manners. They just grab the food and chow down. That’s fine for fishermen, but Jesus is a rabbi. The habits of the student reflect on the teacher, and in this case it’s not good.
Jesus comes back at them by quoting one of the Ten Commandments: honor your father and mother. That’s almost as basic as you can get. It’s not the greatest commandment or the golden rule, but it’s close. It’s the kind of thing we teach to third graders in Sunday School.
It would be kind of like challenging a math professor to a debate and he says, “Well there are these things called numbers and when you add them together you get a result.”
Jesus tells them “The law says honor your father and mother, but you tell people if they dedicate their money to the church, they don’t have to take care of their parents. You nullify the law with your traditions, and you do it all the time.”
That’s your clue. Now go back and look at the picture, and see if you can spot what’s missing. “You tell people to dedicate their money to God so they won’t have to take care of their parents.”
Are these kids responsible for taking care of their parents? Their parents are still taking care of them. Which means Jesus wasn’t talking to kids. He was talking to adults, who should have been taking care of… Exactly, their aging parents. So who is missing from this picture?
Yes! Where’s grandma? Where’s grandpa? Where are the aunts and the uncles and the cousins? We read the Bible and whenever we see the word family, this pops into our head. But this is propaganda! This didn’t exist in biblical times. So here’s a trick. Whenever you read your Bible and you see the word “family”. In your head, say “tribe,” and see if it makes more sense. It’s not a perfect fit, but it’ll shock your brain out of its usual way of thinking.
The root unit of culture is not the nuclear family. The root unit of culture is the extended family. We, as a culture, have forgotten the extended family, and the results are predictable.
Each generation feels isolated from the one that came before, and our elders live in nursing homes. Only the very lucky receive visitors. We have trimmed the family until all that’s left is this, and this is propaganda, because when in the world does this actually happen?
When he’s got a job, and she’s got a job, and both of the kids have after school clubs, and homework, and if they’re old enough, jobs of their own, when exactly is this supposed to happen?
There was a time when Grandma and Grandpa could have helped with babysitting, or your cousins with your homework. There was a time when you turned a certain age and your parents magically transformed into the stupidest people on the planet, when you could run away to an aunt or an uncle’s house, and you would be safe, and warm, and fed until your teenager-y brain finally reset itself, and you could go home.
But most of us don’t have those resources anymore. We’ve spread our families all over the map, cutting ourselves off from each other, until all that’s left is this. Or something we feel vaguely guilty doesn’t look quite as good as this.
Brothers and sisters, guilt is not the answer to our problem; a loving extended family is the answer to our problem. Well, gee. Where, O where, could I find some extended family? Where in the middle of America’s homogenized individualist culture, could you still find something that resembles a tribe?
Yup.
When you don’t have family, you make family. Jesus took 12 guys who didn’t even know how to wash their hands properly, and turned them into a family. In him, we become adopted members of the family of God, and by the power of his Spirit, we are one.
At the bare minimum, that means we take of each other. We watch out for each other. We encourage and support one another. Whatever we do, we strive to do it in an intergenerational way. Because the adopted grandparents in this room need the kids just as much as those children desperately need grandparents. Just as much stressed out parents need help, that’s exactly how much brother and sisters in Christ benefit from becoming aunts and uncles.
Have you ever noticed how much of the Bible is centered on the outsiders? The widow, the fatherless, the stranger? Some people say that’s because God has a preference for the poor. But Jesus says that the sun shines on us all, and the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. So there must be another reason.
Perhaps God teaches us to take special care of the widow and the fatherless and the stranger specifically because they do not have families to take care of them. They are alone and therefore vulnerable. What we call the Old Testament is founded on the assumption of extended and loving family.
Yes, we should care for the outsider. How could you possibly follow Jesus and do anything else? And maybe that ends with a new law, or social program, or a gift sent to some far-away land. Maybe. We can have a great argument over what to do, and when, and how much. But that’s not where it starts.
Unless our definition of the word “family” expands beyond the edges of this staged picture, our children will be orphans, we will be strangers, and our elders will die alone. That’s where it starts. Build a family, a real family, an extended family. Then you’ll be able to critique culture instead of just flowing along with it. You’ll have a firm place to stand if you want to pull someone up. And you’ll have something to give if you meet someone in need.
Stop chasing someone else’s picture. Look around you and be grateful for all you have received.

