Monthly Archives: June 2020

Washing dishes

My daughter’s dishwasher has broken. The technician said replacement parts are no longer available and she’s lucky she got more than ten years’ years use out of it. That dishwasher worked constantly – sometimes three times a day.

The children have all been assigned chores. The youngest, a six-year-old girl, had the task of emptying the dishwasher when needed – usually before online school. Yesterday, when I went over to help with their online lessons, I found her washing mounds of dishes, happily singing to herself. Many adults, me included, would not be singing when faced with a mountain of unexpected dishes. However, this little girl was very happy, singing as she worked (somewhat inexpertly.) As I listened, I realised she was singing her own made-up song and the repeated words were something along the lines of “I don’t know what to do when I go to school.”

The grandchildren are due to go back to school in just over a week. I thought my granddaughter was feeling anxious about going back to school and how things would be different after lockdown. I explained to her that she needn’t worry, her teacher would explain everything to her and help her adapt to the new way of doing things.

However, it turned out I was wrong. What was concerning her was how she would be able to wash the dishes and get ready for school in time. How would her Mom do without her? I did my best to reassure her that her Mom would make a plan and sort it out. However it set me to thinking.

I often wonder why God needs us to fulfill His mission of saving the world. He is so powerful, He could do a much better job than us bumbling human beings.

Yet the Bible tells us,

“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” (Ephesians 2:10 KJV)

I think our loving heavenly Father chose to operate the way He has for our benefit and not for His necessity.

My granddaughter was so happy to be washing dishes because it made her feel an important part of the family. As the youngest of three children, she always tries to be able to do the things her older siblings do. She was helping the family in their time of crisis.

I think God chooses us to help in furthering His kingdom so that we may feel secure in His family and happy that we have been counted worthy of being given a task to do, no matter how insignificant or small.

Today I gave a Gideon’s pocket testament to a car guard. It won’t cause the long awaited revival; It won’t be something that will be shared with a thousand people; It won’t be anything I will remember in five years’ time. Nevertheless, it contributed in a tiny way to the family mission.

My Prayer:

Father God, Thank You that I am part of Your family. Please open my eyes to any ways I can further the family mission. Thank you. Amen.

We’ll never stop learning

“I believe that in the eternal Heaven centered on the New Earth, reading and study and discussion, and all forms of intellectual exploration, will not only still exist but be greatly enriched. We will remain God’s image-bearers, fully human, but we will at last be unhindered by sin. Learning more of God and his universe will be a constant pleasure, untainted by error or arrogance, infused by his grace.” (Randy Alcorn)

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This post is part of One-Liner Wedneday by Linda Hill.

The Nails

What kept Jesus on the cross? As He said, He could have summoned a thousand angel armies to release Him. What kept Him there? Was it the nails?

Yes, it was the nails, but not physical nails. It was the nails of my sin. I heard it brilliantly described recently by Tod Burpo as “attitude.” We all recognise it in our teenagers, the attitude that says to a parent, “You are stupid; you don’t know what you are talking about; I know how things should be done; I can make my own decisions; I don’t need you to tell me what to do!”

That’s how we treat God. We regard His values as old-fashioned and outdated. We think we can run our own lives and that’s what we do. The Bible calls it sin. We might call it human nature. Whatever it is named, it constituted the nails that kept Jesus on the cross.

Image by Marc Pascual from Pixabay

This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday