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Do. Do. Do.
Constantly working. If I am not sleeping, I am working.
Even though there isn’t a “Men at Work” sign above my head, my focused drive defers any question from onlookers.
But as a Christian, I am working for Jesus. Doing the dishes, for Jesus. Playing with the kids, for Jesus. Making a meal for other families, for Jesus.
That sounds really spiritual doesn’t it?
At church a few months ago, I heard something that made my spiritual answer seem really flaky.
It isn’t about what I can do for Jesus. What is important is how much I love Jesus.
Do you see the difference?
I can work myself to death working for Jesus. But that is not what God asks of me. Let’s look at what the Bible says.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Ouch. That strikes right in the heart of the matter!
When I love Jesus, I will work. I will do. But the attitude and drive is completely different. It isn’t because I have to work but that I want to work because it is a way for me to show love.
This is my ponder thought of the day. What is yours?
