What matters
This morning my pastor told a story of when he was a young man he became interested in trail biking. He had to get a certain bike with certain accessories – and it was important to have just the right helmet and stickers. He mentioned how we tend to seek status, importance with “stuff”. We are all guilty. Sort of like, “He who as the most toys when he dies, wins.” Why do we buy into that? It’s not conscious but I believe in our culture it is part and parcel of being and American.
When I was in college I remember wanting a certain kind of luggage. It was green with stripes! Yikes!
What is important today is not important tomorrow but yet we tend to strive for it. He looked at the Republican field…how quickly they come – and have gone. Bachman, Perry, Huntsman…by Tuesday evening it may be some one else that goes. So much hard work for each candidate and an obscene amount of money. I am fascinated by the process.
I happened to catch part of Viola Davis’ interview with Oprah. Ms. Davis is nominated for the best actress Oscar. She talked of wanting to make a difference. Make a mark in this world. She talked of how when she found success she was surprised by how hollow it was. So she and her husband adopted a baby. (She’ll soon find that child was born to make her feel inadequate!)
We all want to make a difference. I know when I was just a girl I wanted to write a book to have something to leave after me. Like a footprint to say, “I was here”.
But making a difference doesn’t lie in winning the Presidency. Or in winning an Oscar. Or having a child. Or writing a book. Making a difference lies in giving yourself away. To be first, you must be last. To live, you have to die. It goes against our nature…we find id difficult. Oh, we admire those that can do it: Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Pope John Paul….but we think it is beyond us. Is it? No, we can all give ourselves away. We must find a cause greater than ourselves.
Yes, we all agree – but let’s be honest. Wouldn’t we like to serve as long as we have creature comforts at home? We’ll give the shirt off of our back as long as we have some in the closet. Jesus had nowhere to lay His head. He left all of the comforts and glory and pleasures in Heaven to come serve you and me. He served to the point of death. And what is to be our response? Every knee will bow. Let’s start practicing now!
Oh how true! And how many times have I fallen short… Just this morning I told the youth that we constantly have to tell ourselves “dying to self and living for Jesus…” We get caught up in this world of “me, myself, and I”
Dear Ruth,
I just finished your book Fear Not Tomorrow and I will say it is the best book I have read so far. I just found your website and will be checking back now and again. Jesus is my everything without whom I have not been able to survive the arrows that Satan has tried to imbed. My family is going through a very rough time and the years have passed to where I’m not sure where normal is / or was. But through it all my faith in God has kept me . My life has meaning and purpose and I’m trusting God for the guidance and wisdom to carry on. Thank you for an awesome book . God has and is always allowing his word /people / Christian books / Christian pastors to cross my path to encourage me when the trials of life come along. God Bless You.
Barbara
LOL, when I was in college I wanted the latest stereo system, complete with an 8-track tape player and huge quadraphonic speakers!
What you say is true; we don’t mind serving as long as we can still have our creature comforts. I let many opportunities at church pass me by because of this. Help serve breakfast to the homeless on Saturday? But that’s my only day to sleep late! Bring canned goods to help feed the hungry? Sure, as long as there’s plenty left in my pantry. Park in the “north forty” lot to open up more spaces for visitors? Not on your life; I can’t walk that far in high heels. Participate in a weekend retreat? Isn’t that the one where I can’t bring my cell phone and laptop? No wonder I feel spiritually dry.
wonderful and thought provoking post….I had bright pink luggage and it is in my 84 year old daddy’s attic….
Bless you and your ministry!!
Kathy