Not too long ago, someone I love, was laid to rest in Arlington cemetery. He was given the honor that every military serviceman is given, after serving their country. As I watched them fold the flag, and kneel on one knee to present the flag to the family member, my mind drifted back to some study notes, I had written two years ago.
This post is from those notes. So, as always, grab a cup of coffee, and let’s have a conversation.
I’ve been thinking about honor; what it actually is, and what it represents.
As I look at some things in the news, and the behavior of some of our children via social media, I am beginning to see the lack of understanding we have as a nation concerning what it means to honor.
Since I began to study life from a Hebraic perspective, much of what I have begun to gain has given me a deeper understanding of honor, a broader perspective of “honor killings”, and a different perspective on even the small interchanges we experience everyday.
Over the past year I have gained a deeper appreciation for why many cultures value a name and honor, above money.
Before I began to study this principle in greater detail, I felt I was respectful of my mother’s “house”. Even though I didn’t live in the actual house anymore, I understood that I represented her “house” where ever I went. It was like being an Emissary, an ambassador.
My mother always told us when we were growing up, “you represent me when you walk out of this house”. I understood the concept, but I didn’t gain a rooted understanding until I began to study hebraic perspectives on life, this subject more specifically. As I was going about my own life, my mother’ words “you represent me”,were more important to me than I consciously realized. I would measure many of my decisions by her words. I did not realize it at the time, but she was in a high place of honor in my heart. There were things I would think about doing, that weren’t necessarily bad things, but I thought about how it would reflect on my mother, how it would reflect on our name. It was more important to choose my mother, and our name, over what may have been more convenient, and enjoyable. As I began to study from Hebraic perspectives on life, Christianity, the dynamic of family, and leadership, I found that a cord of blessing was attached to honor. (I have not read John Bevere’s book on Honor, but I hear it is a good resource)
Honor And Christianity
As a Christian, it is even more important. The world has made their own version of what a Christian should be, and I’m not that, nor am I the one who just decideds to live anyway I want to. I live the way I live, because I carry His name. I don’t want His name to be tarnished because of my behavior. It’s not that Christians are not flawed, and broken just as much as the next guy, it’s the fact that I (we ) choose to be in fellowship. When my eyes were opened to the opportunity to know Yeshusa personally, I asked Him to be the influencer in my life. I made a choice. I make a choice everyday to allow those flaws and cracks in my character, to be reshaped by his love, his influence. I choose on a daily basis to grow up, to mature, and put away those things that hurt him (Yeshua). I choose to put off, put away those things that could tarnish His image.
Again I am not perfect, but to honor His name I, through and by his influences, do what is best for the name, and not my own personal agenda.
Parents And Honor
Parents understand this well from both sides of the spectrum.
As a parent we do the best we can for our children. We put off, or change behaviors that are not beneficial for our children to see, or experience, because we love them. Their needs become our priority.
As first time parents we read books, go to classes, call our parents, because we don’t want to bring any harm to our baby. We give up what we need at times, so that they can have. You may say It sounds more like love than honor, and you would be correct. To honor is to love, and to love is to honor.
When our children become teens, or young adults sometimes it is hard for them to see the spectrum of honor. They may forget you have the wisdom to guide them, and attempt to talk to you, as if you were the child. They have become adults now and may feel a sense of “being equal” this “lack of honor” comes as a shock for us as parents, as elders in our micro communities. It takes discipline to cultivate and maintain a culture of honor.
What Honor Is
Honor is a characteristic, a behavior, a responsibility, that requires continual cultivation, growth and development. Honor is love in disguise. Honor is God’s measure of maturity. Honor expressed is service. Honor spoken is words of respect or none at all. Honor given, is recognizing that those who came before you, can give you wisdom, and should be treated with the respect those years of advanced knowledge gives them.
Honor is the key that unlocks doors of blessing that touches our entire lives.
No one who intends to grow as an individual, is free from the responsibility of honor.