No one likes a disruption . . . unless the disruption interrupts an unpleasant chore – such as cleaning the bathroom.
If the phone rings in the middle of my scrubbing the toilet I rejoice, “Hallelujah!”
But toilets aside, most disruptions are unwelcome or even unsettling.
Much to do.
Stick to the checklist.
No disruptions, please.
Before I became a caregiver, I conducted each day within the framework of checklists. I enjoyed a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in “checking off” and moving on. But with the addition of another’s schedule, sometimes I find the checklists are conducting me. Some days are less joy and more abiding by a train schedule – race to the depot, whistle blows, train’s moving.
Schedules, whistles, disruptions of added stops or mechanical failures – this doesn’t feel like abundant life.
But reality is that items on my checklist aren’t going to check themselves off.
So, where’s the peace?
Where’s the calm?
I long for the abundant life Jesus promises . . . rich and full . . . joy and peace.
And then it occurs to me – God is all about using disruptions to get our attention, show us the Truth, transform our perspective, and lead us into abundant life.
You know – the Flood, the Resurrection, the naked prophet . . .
There’s an attention-getter.
the Lord told Isaiah to take off his clothing, including his shoes, and to walk around naked and barefoot. And Isaiah did as he was told . . . walking naked and barefoot for three years . . . (Isaiah 20:2-3)
Scholars disagree as to whether Isaiah was completely naked or wore a loincloth, but most agree there’s a good chance “his buttocks were exposed.” To-may-to, To-mah-to. I’m just glad it wasn’t me.
The worry of exposed buttocks has diverted me off the track, but I don’t want to leave you hanging about why the Lord would ask such a thing of His prophet.
Isaiah’s nakedness was intended to be a disruption and attention-grabber, a visual of our weakness and vulnerability when we operate in our own strength, a call to shift our focus from what we are counting on to the One Who can be counted on.
I get that and I’d love to shift my focus, but what about the reality of what I must focus upon, the minutia of living and caregiving that must be accomplished:
These are the very topics I brought up in prayer this morning. As I rambled on, and probably on and on some more about my unaccomplishable lists, I felt the peace of God’s presence fall over me – a holy disruption to my monologue – short and to the point.
Maybe His message was just for me, but perhaps His message is for you, too . . .
Put down your checklist today and look for Me . . . and you will see Me.
Correction of perspective – what a relief.
Somewhere along the track I had given checklists the power to become dictatorial joy-bandits.
The secret of abundant life, rich and full, is a healing balm:
It’s not about what you’ll do today, but how you do it.
I don’t know when I’ve ever been happier to be disrupted, or thankful God didn’t choose to deliver this disruption through one with “exposed buttocks” . . . just kidding . . . maybe not.
See you next week.