And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. (Colossians 3:17)
Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away
from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for
my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore, I will boast all
the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That
is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in
hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then
I am strong. (II Corinthians 12:8-10)
I sometimes feel crazy busy.
I sometimes feel crazy. I sometimes feel busy. Sometimes, I multitask and feel any
combination of the three. More than one person has said that I’m probably ADHD,
but there are times when I think it’s a kind of Obsessive Compulsive thing.
From what I’ve heard, people with OCD have to repeat their action because they
believe something bad will happen if they don’t. That might not be the only
sort of OCD there is, but I can relate to it. If I do not keep busy thinking or doing something, it’s sort of like my mind has an autoimmune disease.
My mind turns its attention to me and starts chewing.
Now, it’s likely that someone
who actually knows about these things would tell me that I must be crazy to
think I’m crazy. They might be right. I might just be looking for a way to justify
my rebellious refusal to rest. Feel free to pray that God would heal, fix, correct, or otherwise change me. Or, you may think I’m exaggerating,
too. That’s OK.
But I’m blathering away about
all this for a reason. Often, when we think about our “whatever we do in word
or deed” being done to God's glory, everything we do should somehow
be a masterpiece. If it isn’t a DaVinci, Van Gogh, Paluh, or Kincaid, well, it will not glorify God. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks that way. If I’m
not Einstein, Jefferson, Da Vinci, and either C.S. Lewis or Dallas Willard all
rolled into one – or if I’m none of them, then it’s not good enough…
But even if we bring it down
to what one might call a normal life – we have this notion that anything below “this
point” is failure. We’re not really talking about sin, just failure. You think you
should be able to jump across a 2 foot stream and end up to your ankles in
water. One of my characters in Word Fire welcomes another into the Community of the Incompetents. We try, but
we sing that note just a little flat, or drive a half a mile per hour faster
than the speed limit, or add a list of ten numbers and get an answer that is
off by one… you know, the things that
somehow can’t be to the glory of God. I mean, can they? And if they can, then
how?
How
can my bouncing around among as many as six different projects, or spilling
coffee (I swear it’s my favorite perfume!) or having to rip out a hundred ten
rows of crochet or plastic canvas stitches because I just notice I screwed up
way back there, or any of the other quotidian (“daily:” big, fancy words make
it sound more impressive) failures be to God’s glory? How can flightiness, foolishness,
or any of the other relatives of the monster of the famed loch be to God’s glory?
It would be nice if it were, but how?
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