Faith

In Unfriendly Territory: The Bible on Social Media

October 14, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah Matt4 Comments

Recently I had an eye-opening experience as a result of a Facebook marketing error. I learned a few things from this glitch … about the worst parts of social media, about some people’s hatred for the Bible, and about the Christian bubble that I apparently live in, at least online.

I’ve written a couple of times about my practice of daily Scripture writing, and my first article on how to begin Scripture writing is still the most popular post on my blog. This brings me great joy, that many people have found a new way to interact with and respond to the Word of God by writing it out.

Last year, my first Scripture writing article went out on Facebook as a “sponsored post,” meaning that it was boosted to reach an entirely new audience beyond just the people who follow my page. It had such a positive outcome that I decided to boost my second post on Scripture writing, as well. I loved the idea of more people being exposed to the idea of this daily spiritual discipline that they might want to try.

And that’s when something went wrong. This time around, Meta (Facebook) seemed to have lost its ability to determine who might actually want to see Christian content in their newsfeed.

Faith

Getting the Most Out of Scripture Writing

September 23, 2024July 9, 2025 Rebekah Matt8 Comments

Six years this month. That’s how long I’ve been doing daily Scripture writing: copying out the Word of God by hand, passage by passage, book by book.

I began slowly, with just a few verses a day, following an easy, three-year plan that was organized by theme. When I finished that, I wanted more, so I started copying out entire books of the Bible—and I’m still at it. You can read how all of this developed (not only for me but for two of my friends) in Ready to Try Scripture Writing?, which is still the most-read post on this blog.

Even after six years of daily copying, one thing remains the same for me: Scripture writing has transformed my time with God’s Word more than anything else I’ve ever done.

Faith

When Resilience and Grit Aren’t Enough

September 2, 2024January 14, 2025 Rebekah Matt9 Comments

Statistically, my life ought to be a serious mess right about now.

It’s true that much of my ’70s and ’80s childhood was a fairly typical American suburban experience. But there was a lot going on behind the scenes, and before I was ten years old, I had learned two survival skills used by many children living in a highly unstable environment: how to lie about my family situation and how to hide things from others.

Faith · Schooling

The Holy Work of Teaching

August 12, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah Matt2 Comments

This fall, I get to teach again.

That’s been the case every year for the past thirty or so, but the hopeful anticipation never wears off. I’ve taught preschoolers through adults … in public school, homeschool, Sunday school, and Bible study … with countless lessons of my own as well as other teachers’ lessons as a sub. Like writing and theatre, teaching is in my blood.

For the past several years, I taught women’s Bible study—I had been terrified to teach adults, but now I’m so glad I had the opportunity. For many years before that I taught high schoolers, both in public school and in Sunday school. I absolutely loved their honest opinions and insights, their sense of humor, and their natural curiosity for all they needed to know before heading into adulthood. Both the high schoolers and the adults kept me on my toes intellectually and pedagogically, and that’s something I’ve really enjoyed.

And now very soon, I’ll be back in the classroom with much younger students—two classrooms, actually. One preschool Sunday school class and one class I’m teaching in a local Christian elementary school. I know without a doubt that over the next year I’ll have moments of joy and laughter, moments of disappointment and worry, moments of shared excitement and success, and moments of what might look on the surface like utter failure. If you’re a teacher, you’ll also have those moments.

Reading

Favorite Books about Pioneer Women

July 15, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah MattLeave a comment

“Hey, God, you should have made me born 100 years earlier!” —me, age 8

The first time I can ever remember telling God what he ought to have done in my life was while I was reading Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House books. I was given the complete boxed set for my birthday, and I devoured them one after the other, immersing myself in the world of late-19th century U.S. pioneer life. I felt deep in my heart that I ought to have been a child of the 1870s rather than the 1970s.

I trust God’s judgment and plan for my life more now than I did as a child, so I’m no longer upset about not being born into the 19th-century American west (which in the 1800s would have been anything west of the Appalachian mountains). But I still love reading about this time period, and more specifically, about women during this time period, especially pioneer women who traveled west and often stayed there to create a home.

So here’s a list of my personal favorite books in this area for those who, like me, are pioneers at heart—or who just like to read about them.

Faith

Growing Older with Wisdom, Not Bitterness

July 1, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah Matt6 Comments

I didn’t like turning fifty.

Turning thirty didn’t bother me at all. Turning forty I barely remember because I was so busy with young children, work, homeschooling, and church. But turning fifty was a little worrisome because it was the first decade that sounded even remotely “old” to me. It was hard to believe that I had been alive for half a century.

And now soon, very soon, I’ll be turning fifty-nine, which, if you’re counting, gives me just one more year before I turn sixty. When my husband turned sixty a few years ago, I remember saying breezily to him, “Aww, it’s fine! Sixty is the new forty!” But now the shoe is on the other foot and I’m finding myself clinging fondly to my fifties because they’re actually looking pretty good to me right now, and that decade sounds quite young, especially when it’s mostly in the rearview mirror.

Probably my sixties will eventually feel as comfortable as my fifties do now—and I’m sure a few encouraging minutes of conversation with a woman who is older than I am would confirm that fact—but right here, right now, knocking at the door of almost-sixty, it’s a little hard to swallow.

Schooling

Big Moments from 23 Years of Homeschooling

June 10, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah Matt4 Comments

I’m retiring this week from a job I’ve had for the past 23 years. It’s a job I chose willingly and have loved. I’ve been a homeschool mom.

Now, homeschooling isn’t for everyone, for lots of reasons. I believe strongly in good schooling options and parental choice, and I’ve written about that a few times already. But I was able to homeschool, I believe God called us to homeschool, and I very much wanted to homeschool, so I did.

I wonder how other moms celebrate or commemorate the end of homeschooling? Here’s my method: First, I had a good, long cry. Then I sent a family text with a picture of a completely clear dining room table (see above), telling everyone that my 23 years of homeschooling had come to an end and how much I loved them. My husband and I went for a walk and got ice cream. And then I sat down to write this highly personal (but maybe a little bit universal?) list of big moments, along with a few pictures from homeschooling in the Matt household:

Parenting

Three Words for Christian Parents

May 27, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah Matt4 Comments

My granddaughter and I had a conversation recently about family while cooking together in my kitchen—a narrow galley kitchen in a house of less than 1500 square feet:

Me: “Papa and I used to have lots of children living with us in this house. We had your daddy first, and then his sister, and then two more brothers! I wonder how many people that is all together who used to live here?”

My granddaughter, a spirited, math-loving three-year-old, is now intensely interested in how this conversation is going. Her attention is momentarily diverted from stirring the eggs. “How many?” she asks breathlessly, eyes wide. She holds up her fingers to count as I say the family names one by one.

“Six!” she shrieks in disbelief. “Six people in this house?” This cracks me up because that’s the exact response I got from certain people when we announced 18 years ago that we were having a fourth child, and that no, we were not planning to move.

“Yes, six!” I smile at her, and I’m overcome, as I so often am these days, at the memories in those two little words.

Because after 30 years of marriage, of raising four children who all started very small but quickly (so quickly) grew into full-sized humans who did indeed take up a lot of space in our small house … after all those years, this somewhat crowded nest is almost empty.

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Here is God’s plan for us when we begin families of our own: that we would raise up children—human beings made in his image—all the way to adulthood, even though we ourselves are far from perfect and in need of forgiveness every day. That we would be in charge of small, vulnerable, impressionable people 24/7, despite our fairly serious character flaws. That we would provide for them in every way throughout every life stage, even when our own sinful natures are in frequent conflict with theirs. When you think of the enormity of this task that God has set before parents, imperfect and ill-equipped as we are, it’s hard not to wonder, what was he thinking?

Faith

“Lord, Give Me a Sign”

May 13, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah Matt1 Comment

When I set out on the six-minute drive to pick my son up from work, I had an urgent issue on my mind. I wanted to make the most of my limited time to talk out loud to God, and I do that sometimes when I’m alone in the car.

My prayer went something like this (also, there might have been a few tears involved, along with a fumbling grasp for glove compartment fast food napkins at the stoplight):

“Lord, this is a big decision. I don’t know what to do. It affects not just me, but other people, too, and I’m scared of all of this change. Dear God, please help me. Can you …” (hesitating now) “… and you know I hardly ever ask you for this, Lord … I’m actually not sure I ought to be asking it at all, and I’m sorry if this is wrong to ask … but can you possibly give me a sign so I know what to do?”

Even as I said the words, my mind flew to the book of Judges, when Gideon put God to the test with a sheep’s fleece, asking for a specific sign to confirm what God had clearly called him to do. This scene has never sat well with me, yet Gideon received an answer exactly when he asked for it, and without reproof from God. So (I told myself) maybe my asking God for a sign wasn’t so bad after all?

Reading

Henry VIII, in His “Own” Words

April 22, 2024January 13, 2025 Rebekah MattLeave a comment

What comes to mind when you hear the name Henry VIII?

When author Margaret George asked people this question, here’s a summary of the answer she got: “Henry VIII was a huge, fat, oversexed man with gross table manners who had eight wives, killed them all, and then died of syphilis.” She found out during the course of extensive research that not one of these things about Henry was true, or at least, not entirely true.

So she wrote a 900-page novel about him, making the daring decision to tell his story in first person: The Autobiography of Henry VIII. It’s fiction, but it’s based on solid research, and it provides a fascinating look at the entire character of this complex and important historical figure.