Right now the vacuum is whining its way up my stairs, loudly. My twelve-year-old daughter is manning the thing, grunting with the effort of a carting a heavy object while simultaneously using the attachment to get all the cat hair off the carpet.
My son is in the bathroom, scrubbing away at the toilet and the tub. But not simultaneously, I don’t think.
My children have been drafted into service this morning because 1) it’s good for them (Please see previous post about spoiled children) 2) I don’t ever want them to think the toilet magically cleans itself and 3) I don’t have the time to do these things myself.
So while I’m sure that it appears I’m resting comfortably in a chair and surfing the interweb with a cup of coffee while my children do all the housework, that’s not the case at all. I’ve been writing all morning, feverishly trying to catch up on writing I didn’t get done this week because I was working, cooking, shopping, mowing, and driving all over Kalamazoo County.
And this brings me back to our friend, Moses. You know, the man who was busy minding his own business when God interrupted his life with a very large plan? Moses had sheep! He had kids who needed new sandals and food on the table. He had a wife who probably had a long list of chores for him to do, some sort of house that probably needed some sort of repairs, and responsibilities in the community.
He was busy.
He didn’t have time for God’s rearrangement any more than we did, I’m guessing. And fast forward a few thousand years– the disciples were all busy doing things when Jesus called them. They were tax collectors and fishermen with careers and responsibilities. Saul was busy killing people and persecuting the Way when Jesus blinded him and gave him a new life calling.
None of them were just sitting around with giant pockets of time, waiting for God to give them a new assignment.
So as we look at our own lives and packed schedules, it can be easy to rationalize God’s call away. We don’t have time to get to know the neighbors next door, or host the small group, or teach that class. The calendar clearly indicates that we are already packed to the gills.
But somehow God’s people managed to prioritize their lives so they could focus on what God needed them to do next. It comes down to those priorities and making the hard choices so we open up the time needed for whatever it is God’s asking us to do.
And this is why I’m sitting here, typing so fast my fingers are a blur. I write because God’s asked me to write. It means I have less time to vacuum and redecorate my house, though. Lucky for me, I have able-bodied children I can draft into service to help out, but even if I didn’t I’d still write.
We’d just have a really hairy staircase, is all.
A little farther up the shore he saw two other brothers, James and John, sitting in a boat with their father, Zebedee, repairing their nets. And he called them to come, too. They immediately followed him, leaving the boat and their father behind. (Matthew 4:21-22, NLT)