“Et tu, Brute?” he asked through tear-filled eyes. “Even you, mother, would betray me?”
He threw his body around wildly. The strength of her arms, however, as she pinned him down was uncanny. He cried out, but onlookers hardly glanced as they passed by. It was hopeless.
“It’s okay,” she said soothingly, but he saw past her façade.
Out of the corner of his eye her fingers edged toward the black bag. She unzipped it, dug inside. Then there it was—the cloth of ice cold death—in her palm.
He gave one final scream, arched his back with all his might, and kicked with a force that could take down a fleet of Lego soldiers. Still, the game was up.
His diaper would be changed.
My twins are a whopping 6 months, and since the moment they entered the world they have eyed me with suspicion. Sure, they love me and all that, but every 10 minutes or so they make a point—via screaming—to inform me that I’m doing this mom thing all wrong.
Don’t try to put me in that contraption (ie car seat). I insist I ride in your arms instead.
Let me have that shiny thing (ie knife)! Selfish girl, you’re just trying to keep it for yourself!
So often my twins’ inability to understand the world, claim to understand it, and fight against me and my better knowledge makes my task harder. The short of it? Because I love them I deal with their insistent thrashing. Because I love them I end up with poop on my hands.
And then I wonder: how much poop does God have on His hands for me?
“Queen Elizabeth II had recently visited the United States, and reporters delighted in spelling out the logistics involved: her four thousand pounds of luggage included two outfits for every occasion, a mourning outfit in case someone died, forty pints of plasma, and white kid leather toilet seat covers… In meek contrast, God’s visit to earth took place in an animal shelter with no attendants present and nowhere to lay the newborn king but a feed trough. Indeed, the event that divided history, and even our calendars, into two parts may have had more animal than human witnesses. A mule could have stepped on him.”
All the Israelites were waiting for their idea of a perfect Messiah: a wealthy, powerful Jewish king who would swoop down and destroy their oppressors (the Romans). But Jesus, poor insignificant Jesus, threw them for a huge loop. And wasn’t it the best plan of all?
Thank God that He so patiently sticks with us through our whining,
adolescent thrashing, brazen accusing,
and puffed up questioning.
Simply because He loves us.
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Daily Reading: Proverbs 3
Bible in a Year: Jeremiah 20-21; 2 Timothy 4
Reference: P37, The Jesus I Never Knew, Phillip Yancey.