We’ve always had a special place in our hearts for our Muslim sons and daughters, but this year has driven that love to deeper places. God hasn’t challenged us to work harder or do more. He’s asked us to slow down, listen and love in a simpler, clearer way.
Now that my 4-year-old was finished eating the parts of her sandwich that weren’t smeared on her face or lost in the recesses of her carseat, I invited her to join me in praying.
This was a strategic moment. We were inviting the power and presence of God into our community. I could model apostolic prayer for her. This was especially important since we have been going on walks in our neighborhood and I have been talking to her about praying for our neighbors. This was her chance to join Daddy in something that he enjoys, and for me to put my money where my discipling mouth is. I was gonna be an awesome dad.”
Marriages are being pushed to the limits and loneliness is a daily experience for many. The risk of getting ill from coronavirus for many has become a secondary fear to the pressure of the pot. But, here is the thing. Instapots make the best stews. There is something about the pressure environment that the Father uses to bring to the surface things that were hidden.
The point is–it’s on YOU now. You can’t just attend and pretend. You can’t serve and perform for your spot in the Kingdom (not that you really ever could, ya know). The truth is, we are staring ourselves in the face, some of us for the first time in a long time. No more distractions (come on, seriously, get off Netflix). No more excuses (“I’m just too busy” or “I can’t find the time”). No more passing the buck and placing blame–we have to face our current reality and choose to join God in this.
The couch is now a trampoline. I’ve stopped fighting it at this point. Jumping seems to be a requirement for my four year old’s sanity. Our carpet – a cereal bowl. Yep, I find a new Cheerio every 5 minutes. Even after I’ve just vacuumed. Approximately 3.5 million flecks of glitter cover surfaces like an unwanted electric flannel blanket in the sweaty heat of summer. It’s so bad that I keep finding it on my infant’s head. We need Terminix, but for glitter removal…
The lawyer scrambles to catch the falling microphone and one-up Jesus by means of cross-examination. “And who is my neighbor?” Gotcha, Jesus. Winks to the crowd as he kisses his Star of David necklace and points to heaven. Slowly walks into the Galilean sunset.
Not so fast, buckaroo. Jesus responds with another parable, and this one is a doozy…”
Weeks like the last few can easily exacerbate ALL of these “hard” times…if you let them.