“Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living . . .”
In my case, today was 8:30 t0 5:30. Still, what a way to make a living.
I am grateful for my job. I adore the kids I teach. I love watching them grow, not only physically, but mentally also. If I could capture the look on their face when they finally get it, or when they know they are doing a good job, I could sell it as sunshine. Listening to them pray, retell Bible stories, and sing worship is enough to make a grown woman cry – which I do, often.
Long days like today usually end the same, with my son Judah climbing into my lap late at night, wanting some attention. Zeb and Anna have normally rattled off about their day and taken the majority of my attention from the time I got home until they went to bed. Sometimes I wonder if they miss me more than they say . . .
Judah, however, doesn’t let me wonder. His little feet tap through the hallway quickly, finding my whereabouts easily. “Mommy”, he says in his pitiful voice, “I haven’t got to see you all day. Can I sit with you?”
Honestly, when this first started, I would say “No, go back to your bed. I love you, goodnight” and send him back to his bedroom. But, he would always come back and it would turn into a war of the wills.
Lately, however, I have realized this is merely a cry for some “mommy time”. So, I scoot over, arrange the pillow, and let him crawl up beside me. His little hands reach to find my arm, and he grabs on, snuggling closer and closer. Am I a sucker? No. I recognized this “need”. I enjoy our little routine. Sometimes sleep comes quickly, and other times it takes a little while. I get to hear about his day or what he wants to dream about. Either way, it’s our time. Exclusive.
Tonight, when Judah made his way into the living room, and said his “magic words”, my heart twinged. I heard a voice say “That’s me. I haven’t got to see you all day. Can I sit with you?”
It had been a busy day. I had not spent real time with my Abba Father. I had read his word to my class, I had sung his praises while they napped, I had thought of his goodness and blessings, but I had not spent any time with Him. In his eyes, our time is one on one, exclusive. Now, his big hand is reaching for my small hand, waiting for me to enjoy him and his peace, joy and abundant life.
As Easter draws near, and many people’s hearts are turned towards thoughts of our Saviour, I do not want to be so busy that I forget to spend time with him. I do not want him to be familiar, I do not want him to be thought.
We fight so hard to make Easter re-known as the day our Saviour rose from the grave, that sometimes we forget to spend time with him. We celebrate and rejoice his death and resurrection, but do we stop to rejoice in sitting with him and celebrate talking with him?
Could it be any clearer? Our old way of life was nailed to the cross with Christ, a decisive end to that sin-miserable life—no longer at sin’s every beck and call! What we believe is this: If we get included in Christ’s sin-conquering death, we also get included in his life-saving resurrection. We know that when Jesus was raised from the dead it was a signal of the end of death-as-the-end. Never again will death have the last word. When Jesus died, he took sin down with him, but alive he brings God down to us. From now on, think of it this way: Sin speaks a dead language that means nothing to you; God speaks your mother tongue, and you hang on every word. You are dead to sin and alive to God. That’s what Jesus did. (Romans 6:11 MSG.)
My final thought?
1 Timothy 6 – “I’m charging you before the life-giving God and before Christ, who took his stand before Pontius Pilate and didn’t give an inch: Keep this command to the letter, and don’t slack off. Our Master, Jesus Christ, is on his way. He’ll show up right on time, his arrival guaranteed by the Blessed and Undisputed Ruler, High King, High God. He’s the only one death can’t touch, his light so bright no one can get close. He’s never been seen by human eyes—human eyes can’t take him in! Honor to him, and eternal rule! Oh, yes.17-19Tell those rich in this world’s wealth to quit being so full of themselves and so obsessed with money, which is here today and gone tomorrow. Tell them to go after God, who piles on all the riches we could ever manage—to do good, to be rich in helping others, to be extravagantly generous. If they do that, they’ll build a treasury that will last, gaining life that is truly life.20-21And oh, my dear [insert your name here] guard the treasure you were given! Guard it with your life. Avoid the talk-show religion and the practiced confusion of the so-called experts. People caught up in a lot of talk can miss the whole point of faith.Overwhelming grace keep you! (13 – 21)