Suppose you lived in a war zone. The danger might come from guerrilla warfare, or tribal disputes, or ethnic hatred or prolonged civil war or perhaps the jungle of the inner city. For families living in one of these media-neglected zones, going outside to play can be an act of reckless endangerment. In places like this the instructions you give your children are instructions of life and death. If your kids fail to follow your directions to the letter they may pay with their life. An inviting, innocent looking object lying the ground may be a death trap. Failing to follow the exact path you give them to bring water to your home may result in capture or death.
If you lived in a war zone how seriously would consider the daily instruction you give your children? Would your directions be casual or would you settle for partial obedience? Would you feel the heavy responsibility knowing that careless instruction could bring awful results? How often would you pray with your children each day?
In such a reality each day would begin with an earnest plea for God to keep your children safe. You would go over in detail the tasks you have for them to do that day. You would prepare your children as much as possible for the dangers they would face. You would be gracious and engaged as you work with them. You would remind them that you have no guarantee you would all be together for dinner that night. You would remind them of the love of God even in the midst of conflict. You would tenderly embrace each child not knowing whether it would be your last hug. You would speak constantly of the blessing of knowing and trusting Christ as your savior and encourage your children to do the same.