There’s a long laborious task that needs doing. I’ve volunteered to help but this morning I was griping to God about it in my journal. Not that I intended to pass it off or give up or do it grumpily but I wanted the chance to complain and I took it in my journal just between me and Him (or so I thought).
“It could be a labour of love.” He said.
“Hmmm.” I said and suddenly it was a completely different prospect. I still wasn’t planning to pass it off, give up or be grumpy but my whole attitude towards it was different. It’s hard to explain, hard to put into words, it’s better ‘felt than telt’ as they say.
Those three words ‘labour of love’ could and should be used to describe everything I do from preparing coffee ready for the timer to brew at 5:45 am, to cleaning the bathroom, to preaching in church, to visiting the sick, to making a sandwich for Mark’s lunch to holding the door for an ungrateful person who doesn’t say thank you, to taking the smaller piece of pizza, to hurrying in the shower when someone else is behind me to…
You get the picture. It doesn’t matter what we do – how ‘big’ or how ‘small’. I think they are all the same size in God’s eyes. He sees our hearts, not the action. This is 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 from the other side: Paul says whatever we do without love is worthless so maybe whatever we do with love is beautiful in God’s eyes. That love that comes from Him, that was demonstrated to us by Jesus – not the wishy-washy ‘love’ that we see in the world, love blown by the wind of feelings and fashion.
13 Listen, stay alert, stand tall in the faith, be courageous, and be strong. 14 Let love prevail in your life, words, and actions.
13-14 Keep your eyes open, hold tight to your convictions, give it all you’ve got, be resolute, and love without stopping.
1 Corinthians 16:13-14 The Message