And yet this is where my faith meets reality. Or rather where my reality meets my faith.
Do I really believe that keeping my family fed and clothed can be a spiritual act? Can folding my preschooler's T-shirts, paying bills, microwaving leftover pizza, or (gasp) planning a sleepover really "count" as something we do as "unto Him?" (The whole idea of "counting" our "good works" is a subject of an entirely different post! Maybe another day...).
Face it, most of life is not very deep. It's mundane. Boring, repetitive, and uninspiring. Wouldn't it be so much more exciting to travel the globe, doing interesting and important things for God and mankind?
But here it is, in black and white:
Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship.I don't know about you, but I'd say getting up in the middle of the night with a four-year-old who's having a bad dream ranks right up there with facing a slab of raw meat an hour before dinnertime on the "living sacrifice" scale. That, and cleaning up barf.
Could this really be worship?
Today while I'm going about my un-deep life - carpooling, going to the orthodontist, helping kids with homework - I'm going to try to keep this in mind. Maybe it will help me to keep a good attitude when I'd rather just be doing something for "me." The reason is found in the previous verse. When I'm doing the mundane, how can I pound it into that thick, selfish head of mine:
For from him and through him and to him are ALL things.
To him be the glory forever!