In honor of Thanksgiving this week, I am taking a rest from writing and a couple other daily activities.
I am a "neat freak." Don't confuse me here. I usually always have a messy cluttered car, and my house is never clean. However, my house is always tidy. No piles, no toys thrown about, no blanket out of order. Everything is in its place, always. I am usually walking behind my children picking up each toy they drop and putting it back. And, to keep myself from having bigger messes we rarely do anything like painting, play in the kitchen with flour, string cheerios on noodles, or anything of that sort. I am starting to sound like a terrible mother. Hang with me.
I think religion is very similar. We are all about cleaning up people's messes, keeping sin to a minimal, and teaching people how not to make messes with their lives. The better you act, and the less mess (sin) you make, the better christian you will be. In essence, behavioral modification. Instead of giving people the true source of love, Jesus, we hand them a rulebook into christianity.
This is me as a mother. I am really good at cleaning a mess, and getting little helpers to help me clean up, but when it comes to making a mess, which means playing with my kids, I am terrible at it. I want a tidy house more than I do a played in one. My kids don't need a tidy house, they could care less. What they need is a fun, loving mother who will get down and make messes and play with them. Sorta like people need Jesus.
People need Jesus more than they need your bible thumping rulebooks. True change and transformation doesn't come with a list of do's and don'ts, but by Jesus and Jesus alone. Of course, rules seem tangible. People love a list, because that seems easy, and quick. Same with my tidy hands. It is much easier to clean up right after the first mess children make, than it is at the end of the day cleaning the messes collectively. However, my kids need and want me more than they do a maid. People want and need Jesus more than they do a list.
So this week, I am putting my hands to rest. I am retraining my mother brain to be thankful for my children and their messes. Messes mean we have played. I am going to try to make even bigger messes, ones I would have lost my sanity over before. Bring on the flour, the paint, the whip cream on the table to make shapes with fingers. Bring on every possible mess you can think of. No tidying will be done until little ones are fast asleep.
Pastors' and wives, love people and give them Jesus. Give Jesus back to the people, and burn your rulebooks. Let people get messy, and be changed by Jesus.
xo a girl who sleeps with the pastor