All I’ve ever wanted is to help people get closer to God.
Now, coming up on age 44 my life is much what I hoped it would be. This week I’ll teach four times at church, work with kids on their memory verses, help plan a worship service, write some blog posts… Lots of meaningful activity that will affect the spirits of people.
But then there’s today. And today has no teaching in it and maybe no significant writing event. I’m not gonna see anybody to change a life.
I’m just at home.
And the main activities I need to accomplish this day include paying a few bills, renewing a library book, thawing pork roast, and cleaning the bathrooms.
But this Bible I love to teach says the older women are to teach the younger women “to be busy at home…so that no one will malign the word of God.” (Titus 2:5 NIV)
In my desire to teach great spiritual lessons, I forget that doing chores is connected to the word of God. A sparkly toilet and empty laundry bin and dinner on the table are connected to people’s impression of all this truth I speak in the formal classrooms.
Will my well-ordered home be the most powerful lesson I ever teach –a reflection of the God whose words have tidied and scrubbed my messy soul?
Up I go. Off the computer and to the linen closet in search of Comet.