He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. (Micah 6:8)
My heart says of you, “Seek his face!”
Your face, Lord, I will seek. (Psalm
27:8)
Last night I
went to bed expressing heartfelt gratitude for the day. It was a busy day, but
I got the things I’d scheduled done and made my way through a significant part
of my To-Do list. I don’t think there’s anything wrong about thanking God for a
day in which things go right, you get things done, or you find enjoyment. We should be thankful when those things happen.
The first
problem with this is that it’s easy to feel grateful when we get what we want. It’s
also easy to start thinking that God is only acting on our behalf when we get
what we want, or that things going right is God’s way of telling us that we’re
doing what He wants. It’s easy to be thankful when we’re patting ourselves on
the back.
The second
problem is that while we may define a “good” day in terms of what we
accomplished, God seems to consider it a good day when we act justly, love
mercy, and walk humbly with Him. He considers it good when we seek His face –
not His hand or His benefits. “Not my will, but Thine be done.” It’s about His
glory, not ours.
On days when
things don’t get done, or aren’t as we like them, we’re like kids sitting at Grandma’s
kitchen table, and dutifully saying, “Thank you for the brussels sprouts,
Grandma.” We’re not thankful, and our focus is on the vegetables rather than on
Grandma. We miss seeing her love because we’re too busy being greedy, selfish, covetous,
or gluttonous.
Years ago, I experienced something that should
have taught me this more deeply than it has. I was at a retreat, and one of the
features of the retreat was that people made bookmarks and cards that they
strung with a piece of yarn. Others at the retreat put them on like necklaces,
while I looked at each one and put it down, wondering what I was going to do
with the worthless stuff. At various times, one person or another would ask, “Aren’t
you going to put yours on?
Each
time, I think I said something like, “No, I don’t do that sort of thing.” It was
silliness to me, and I didn’t want to do silly.
Then God told
me that those silly little things were tokens of the love of the people who
gave them to me (whether they knew me or not) and in not putting them on, I was
rejecting their gifts and their love. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I pulled
them over my head.
So, if today
isn’t a pat myself on the back sort of day and God’s gift to me is brussels
sprouts or bookmarks on strings instead of some accomplishment or desired gift,
will I be as thankful as I was last night?
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