The Easy Serve

If you listen to romantic songs long enough, it can seem that the only genuine expression of love for someone is the grand gesture. TVs and movies give the same impression. Oftentimes it can appear that your love for someone is defined by how much you risk and how big of an overture you make in order to win their affection.

However, like many things in life, reality does not resemble this commercialized representation. People’s experience of relationships, including marriage, rarely match up to the Hollywood expression. This doesn’t mean that great love stories don’t exist – I firmly believe that they do – but the day-in and day-out of life doesn’t make for good TV and so what a “great love story” really looks like, and how it is portrayed on film, bear little resemblance to each other.

Unfortunately, this tension in people’s minds can lead to tensions in people’s homes. Individuals who claimed that they would climb mountains or swim across ranging seas for one another, aren’t willing to (joyfully) pick up the other person’s socks. We claim that we would do anything for the other person, yet we aren’t willing to compromise on where we go out to eat. Our visions of grand gestures are quickly swept aside as we fight for territory, selfish desires, and our way.

In all likelihood one of the reasons that picking up socks and giving way on where we go to dinner doesn’t feel like expressing love is because they seem like such “trivial” and “easy” things to do. (The irony of course is that if they are trivial and easy, why do we fight so arduously to have our own way?) We want the extravagant expression and yet in our everyday life we stubbornly cling to our defenses and our demands, failing to recognize that it only takes one moment to make a grand gesture, but a daily commitment to sacrifice for the good of the other is a far more difficult, and far more significant, act of love.

Our example of this type of love is of course Christ. His sacrifice on the cross is the ultimate expression of love, but that’s not all He did for His disciples. He washed their feet. He went to their family when they were sick. He did the seemingly “little” things and as such, I am convinced that His followers knew that He loved them far before He hung on a tree. And if the God of the Universe, the Savior of the world, was willingly to do these seemingly “little” things for the good of those He loved, shouldn’t we be willing to do the same thing? And if we are willing to serve well in those seemingly “insignificant” and “easy” things with love, don’t you imagine we will be better prepared to do the great sacrifices with the same kind of affection and grace?

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Take the Opportunities

One of the benefits of having kids is the frequent reminders of what unadulterated wonder looks like. Kids tend to find amazement in what has become commonplace.. Nothing, it seems, is too small to comment on. Everything is worthy of a declaration; pronouncements over the mundane fill our day.

In the midst of the minute-by-minute play-by-play of each task and every activity, is the simply joy in discovery. The clouds may look like the same clouds as yesterday to you and to me,  but to my child they are a dinosaur today. The purple dog statute that we pass regularly may be an inconsequential oddity, but it never fails to generate a response. The garbage truck would probably escape my notice, but it certainly won’t hers.

For many, these moments may become an annoyance. The running commentary can certainly get overwhelming at times. However, as anyone whose kids have grown will tell you, the days may be long but the years are short. Before I know it, she may find little to reason to talk to me. And I try to remind myself of that when even the cloudless sky generates a two-minute discussion.

The other reason that I have found to treasure these soliloquies is because they give me the opportunity to talk with my daughter about the greatness of God in terms that she readily relates to. As she looks in astonishment at the majesty of the sky, I can teach her about the majesty of our King. As she stands in awe at the orchestration of the birds’ migration, we can talk about the divine orchestration of every detail of our world. As she marvels in the beauty of a multicolored sky, I remind her that the God who created that beauty, also created her. Her constant wonderment reminds me of the many reasons we have to give thanks. The soundtrack of our day then becomes an anthem of praise; an off-key and unfocused one to be sure, but still a moment by moment remainder of the One who deserves all praise.

I know as my daughter gets older she won’t have the same sense of wonder that she has now. Soon it will take much more than drops of rain for her to wildly exclaim. Until then though, I hope I use her astute attention to detail to teach her about the God who  has made and sustained all that she sees. Maybe then when the sense of wonder fades, she will still see God’s hand in her everyday.

 

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