A Glass of Water

In high school, I read a book called A Severe Mercy. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend it. It’s a book about Sheldon and his wife Davy Vanauken. It recounts how they loved each other, and eventually how they came to know Christ. In it, Sheldon writes about the steps that his wife and he took in order to protect and grow their relationship. They were so intentional about having a close and impenetrable relationship that they took steps most of us would never dream of. They read the books that each other had enjoyed as children. They left everything in order to spend months with each other on a boat. They sought to give up their claims to “my” for the sake of “our.”

In all of this, they sought to treat each other with courtesy. Their test for this was getting a glass of water for each other in the middle of the night. This may not sound like much, but it was a barometer of their respect for one another. The one who was asked to get the glass would so desire to honor the other person that they would set aside the inconvenience of waking up and leaving bed in order to get it. The one who wanted the water would recognize the inconvenience that this caused and would therefore be reticent to ask, not wanting to burden the other person. It was a simple yet profound way to symbolize the respect and care that they wanted to be present in their marriage.

A glass of water. It’s a simple gesture and yet, as the Vanauken’s realized, it would come to mean so much. So often we are quick to promise grand gestures yet we don’t even do the simple things to honor those we love. We say that we would die for them, yet we don’t listen to their stories. We promise that we would protect them, but we tell thoughtless jokes at their expense. We state that we’d give up everything for them, but insist on always choosing the restaurant. Simple things? Yes. So is a glass of water. But they can come to mean so much more.

It’s a wonderful thing to partake in some grand gesture for the sake of the one that you love. To risk your life, to go the distance, to sacrifice all. But it’s perhaps even more impressive to regularly and intentionally do the small things that show your honor, love and respect. It’s the simple things, after all, that fills most of our days. And it’s the simple things that regularly communicate your love for the other person. Like getting a glass of water for them, even in the middle of the night.

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With My Compliments

Having grown up in the Church, I’m fairly familiar with the helps that people have developed in order to deeper our relationship with or understanding of God. The A.C.T.S. acrostic (adoration, confession, thanksgiving, supplication) for prayer, or the song of the New Testament books, are tools to help a Christian in their walk. However, a tool is only useful if you know how to use it and one of the things that I have struggled with in my Christian life is how to properly adore God in my prayers. It was fairly easy to understand what it meant to confess my sin and to enumerate the reasons I have for thanksgiving, and it was no problem at all to list off my requests, but I struggled with simply articulating the attributes of God to God. After all, He knew Who He was, so what was the point in me telling me? What value did my praise add?

Until one day I paid close attention to how some girls in our church’s college ministry interacted with each other.  If you’re with them long enough, you realize that it’s hard to have more than a 5-minute conversation without compliments flying back and forth. “You’re beautiful.” “You’re funny.” “I’m so blessed by you.” Some of them even greet each other with words of praise as they call each other “Gorgeous” or other such complimentary monikers. They do this, I can only surmise, because they want their friend, and others, to realize how much they value them. They want their friend to know that they are aware of what a gift they are, and that they do not take their innumerable qualities for granted. They want to properly set the stage for the rest of their interactions.

This simple awareness changed my thinking of what it meant to praise God. In praising Him, I’m acknowledging Who He is and properly setting my heart in preparation for the rest of our interactions. I’m stating how all-together different He is from me, and how Who He is has radically impacted my life. I’m letting Him know that I rightly realize what a gift He is, and that it is only because of Who He is that I am talking to Him at all – His grace and love have made that prayer possible. When I considered my praise as my compliments, it not only helped me understand why they are important, but it made it easier to articulate the reasons I adore God.

I’ll admit, it’s weird to think of giving God compliments. He doesn’t need them, and it’s not the nomenclature that I learned as a kid. But it is helpful. Because I know what it means to praise others through compliments;  I see the value of articulating what is good and valued in them, and there’s no one more worthy of praise than God.

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