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Snacking on Auggie’s Pears

14. O my God! What miseries and mockeries did I then experience when it was impressed on me that obedience to my teachers was proper to my boyhood estate if I was to flourish in this world and distinguish myself in those tricks of speech which would gain honor for me among men, and deceitful riches! To this end I was sent to school to get learning, the value of which I knew not–wretch that I was. Yet if I was slow to learn, I was flogged. For this was deemed praiseworthy by our forefathers and many had passed before us in the same course, and thus had built up the precedent for the sorrowful road on which we too were compelled to travel, multiplying labor and sorrow upon the sons of Adam. About this time, O Lord, I observed men praying to thee, and I learned from them to conceive thee–after my capacity for understanding as it was then–to be some great Being, who, though not visible to our senses, was able to hear and help us. Thus as a boy I began to pray to thee, my Help and my Refuge, and, in calling on thee, broke the bands of my tongue. Small as I was, I prayed with no slight earnestness that I might not be beaten at school. And when thou didst not heed me–for that would have been giving me over to my folly–my elders and even my parents too, who wished me no ill, treated my stripes as a joke, though they were then a great and grievous ill to me.

15. Is there anyone, O Lord, with a spirit so great, who cleaves to thee with such steadfast affection (or is there even a kind of obtuseness that has the same effect)–is there any man who, by cleaving devoutly to thee, is endowed with so great a courage that he can regard indifferently those racks and hooks and other torture weapons from which men throughout the world pray so fervently to be spared; and can they scorn those who so greatly fear these torments, just as my parents were amused at the torments with which our teachers punished us boys? For we were no less afraid of our pains, nor did we beseech thee less to escape them. Yet, even so, we were sinning by writing or reading or studying less than our assigned lessons.

For I did not, O Lord, lack memory or capacity, for, by thy will, I possessed enough for my age. However, my mind was absorbed only in play, and I was punished for this by those who were doing the same things themselves. But the idling of our elders is called business; the idling of boys, though quite like it, is punished by those same elders, and no one pities either the boys or the men. For will any common sense observer agree that I was rightly punished as a boy for playing ball–just because this hindered me from learning more quickly those lessons by means of which, as a man, I could play at more shameful games? And did he by whom I was beaten do anything different? When he was worsted in some small controversy with a fellow teacher, he was more tormented by anger and envy than I was when beaten by a playmate in the ball game.

Augustine’s Confessions

Augustine’s a good egg. I’ve always relished his noble success at articulating a scholarly faith (while others insisted that the Christian must only study the Bible) and at insisting on a Grace-centered life (while others noodled a man- and works-centered life).

And so I’ve picked up my Bunge again from weeks earlier to see what Augustine saw in a child. Out of his wrestling, I find important reminders for how I see my sons.

First, like my ol’ buddy Burke, Augustine sees burgeoning language as the beginning of a moral life. Stortz summarizes him to say that “as infants acquired language, as children learned to reason and to love aright, as adolescents practiced the discipline of self-restraint, Augustine assigned greater moral responsibility” (100). Unlike some so-called “Christian” parenting authors who see children as no different than animals (and thus their treatment need not necessarily be humane or fair or grace-filled), to Augustine children were neither completely innocent or “miniature demons.” Instead he describes them as “non-innocents” who were guilty, but not yet accountable — a new nuancing.

So children were not simply mini-grownups or bundles of animalistic drives or “little pagans.” Instead, adults were nothing more than big kids. He studied children because they seemed more human. “Childhood provided him a hermeneutic for understanding adults, as one traded ‘nuts and balls and pet birds’ for ‘money and estates and servants'” (101).

And Augustine was disgusted by the severe punishments children receive for simply doing out-in-the-open what adults, simply bigger kids, do behind-the-scenes. The greed he saw in stealing pears was no different from the greed in trading servants. Sure, a 3-year-old collapses in a heap when his freshly-peeled banana breaks in two, but is that any different from a 38-year-old Mommy blowing rasperries at the person who stole her parking place? Yes, a 1-year-old wails in disappointment that he can’t use a cellphone as a teether, but Mommy grumbles under her breath when she unexpectedly ran out of coffee on an up-before-the sun morning. The child’s big feelings are more unpredictable, more noisy, more public, and, frankly, more honest. So how come they get ritualistically punished in the interest of “atoning for their sins” (a heretical impossibility since none of us can atone for our sins)? And how does that pain teach anything but how to sin more secretly and more skillfully and more angrily?

We ask for grace for each other and for ourselves, but for some reason that 3-year-old and that 1-year-old aren’t extended that same grace. What an odd and pagan double-standard. I am thankful that Augustine so sensitively and colorfully reminds me that the same Grace that God gives me, He gives to my child. We’re all in God’s Covenant after all.

4 thoughts on “Snacking on Auggie’s Pears

  1. It’s perplexing to me that our slice of culture continues to adopt a fundamentally adversarial mindset toward the precious children God gives us. We mistrust them; we willingly adopt an authoritarian stance over them; and we treat them as though they’re little heathens when God Himself, in His infinite mercy, would lovingly welcome them into Heaven if they were to die in their innocent state. Why do we pretend to know more than God Himself? Why do we stubbornly vaunt our punitive mindset above the clear instruction of Scripture? We are to treat the unsaved with compassion, grace, mercy, forbearance… and yet we somehow justify behaving with harshness, impatience, intolerance, and unkindness toward our own children.

    If we as a culture truly viewed these little souls as Jesus does,¬†and if we truly believed the seriousness of Scripture’s warning against causing one of these little ones to sin, how drastically different would we behave? And what transformation would be effected on our parental relationships be if we treated them as the Father treats us?

  2. I agree with what you are saying about how adults are just big kids. In the first book of Augustine’s volume, Confessions, he says that he regrets the sins of his infancy (crying for food and attention)and that makes me think: How can this be considered a sin? After all, how else are babies supposed to tell people they want something? They don’t exactly use the alphabet blocks to write out messages. He also mentions about being spanked when not learning fast enough. Let me just say I’m glad this is the 21st century and that I’m homeschooled. What about kids back then that had dislxia? Would they be the ones spanked the most? No one then would know they had a problem, just think they were stupid.

  3. Well, I agree with you that it sounds really . . . “out there.” You would like reading _The Child in Christian Thought_ because it puts all this into context. In some ways, I think Augustine is trying to purge his sins, but I’m not informed enough on him to really express it well.

    Keep reading. And get Beth Felker-Jones book too!!

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