The Pet Nobody Wants

Although life’s big problems can swamp us, sometimes it’s the little things that do us in. Married couples discover this when they learn they don’t squeeze the toothpaste alike. But all of us can get peeved at small stuff that eventually become our “pet peeves.”

I remember being at a couple’s party with Nate years ago where we played The Newlywed Game. One of the questions they asked me while Nate was out of the room was, “What is your husband’s pet peeve?”

I said, “Oh, that’s easy. Wasting time in traffic.”

When Nate came back in, they asked him the same question, and he said, “That’s easy. Cold toast.”

Though he’d probably told me many times, I never corrected the problem because cold toast didn’t bother me. Poor guy. No wonder it became his pet peeve.

Today I did battle with one of my own pet peeves. I’ve always been bothered by that last sliver of bar soap that’s hard to finish. It gets small, then won’t suds-up, and easily slips away.

After “losing” my paper-thin soap in the water multiple times today, I decided to toss it out. (When I did, I heard Mom say, “During the Great Depression we had to make our own! Don’t waste that!”) It didn’t feel good throwing it away, but it instantly eliminated my pet peeve. Besides, it sure was fun putting a plump new bar in the soap dish.

I’ll bet God has a long list of pet peeves about me. In studying Scripture I’ve seen what kind of person he wants me to be, and in a thousand ways I’m not. The Old Testament tells us about God getting peeved enough to obliterate the entire human race. Later he threatened to do away with all the Children of Israel, which amounted to millions.

No doubt he gets pretty peeved with the rest of us, too. And my guess is that his “Pet Peeves List” hasn’t changed too much in thousands of years. So do we have to worry about being zapped into oblivion? No, if we work at one thing: not getting him peeved.

But how?

Just as earthly parents appreciate their children’s’ desire to improve and then eagerly help them to do it, so God responds to our desire to change by rushing toward us to facilitate it. It’s like a young child asking his mother for money to buy her a Mother’s Day gift. Happily, she gives it to him. God hopes we’ll act in godliness, and when we say we want to, he’ll empower us to make it happen.

My only question now is, should I dig that soap-sliver out of the trash?

“Continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose.” (Philippians 2:12-13)

An Eight-legged Reminder

Today, despite brisk winds and 55 degrees, I decided to take a break from tax stuff, writing work, and errands, to spend an hour at the beach. After packing a bag, I leashed Jack, and off we went.

Just as I plunked my back pack on the sand and was reaching inside for a Coke Zero, a hopping black spider scurried up next to me. I didn’t want to share my patch of sand with him, but when I moved left, he did, too. When I went right, he followed. We were playing chicken over one square yard on a massive, empty beach.

“Really?” I said, looking down at him. “Can’t you go someplace else?”

As if mocking me, he jumped straight up and into my open back pack. Because its contents were a jumble of beachy things, finding him was going to be difficult. I unzipped the bag, laying it as far open as it would go, and spotted him nestled between my sun glasses and a granola bar.

“See the sun?” I said, holding the bag open. “This way out.”

He began climbing over pens, paper, and a chapstick heading for freedom, but as he stood perched on the zipper’s edge, he took a flying leap and landed on my hand. I flinched, and wouldn’t you know it, he jumped right back into the bag.

I decided to repeat my strategy but this time face the back pack away from me. Sure enough, in less than a minute he had again crawled as far out as the zipper, hopping to the sand from there. Then he made an about-face, ran toward me, and dashed up my pant leg.

I shook my leg, and watched him fall to the sand, where he stayed. Using both hands to scoop him up along with the sand he was sitting on, I tried to fling him away, but he hopped out first and landed at my feet. One quick stomp would have done him in, but I opted instead for a swift kick, sending him sailing toward the dune. When he landed, he headed back my way, but I bombarded him with sand until he was buried.

It occurred to me that God pursues us much like that spider, relentlessly wanting a relationship with us. He tracks us out of a pure love that wants what’s best for us, which of course is him. Sadly, just as I worked to get rid of the spider, we can work to push God away, too. And if we do it long enough, he lets us go-it-alone until we’re buried in troubles. Digging out after that is difficult, but when we do, he’s still there waiting, offering himself and his love once again.

Eventually my beach spider reappeared and scampered over to “love” Jack instead of me, which didn’t seem to bother him and was fine with me.

“God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made.” (Romans 1:20)

 

A Happy Easter

Worshiping on Easter Sunday morning at my childhood church in Chicago was a thrill for the senses. Moody Church was crowded with enthusiastic attendees, nearly 4000-strong, which encouraged us all to sing with extra enthusiasm. Our gusto might also have had something to do with the full choir and orchestra “backing us up.”

As we started my childhood favorite, “Christ the Lord is Risen Today,” I could almost taste the jelly beans. (Back in the 1950’s when we wore white gloves to church on Easter, Mom always said “no” to eating chocolate eggs in church, but jelly beans? They were ok.)

The messages in the old hymn were exhilarating on this Resurrection Sunday:

  •         Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
  •         Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
  •         Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
  •         Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!

Plunging into the second verse suddenly got me into some tearful trouble, specifically the last line:

  • Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
  • Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
  • Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
  • Christ has opened paradise, Allelulia!

A picture of Nate filled my mind as I visualized Jesus opening the door of paradise for him to walk in. While I sang that line, it was like a bubble of delight rose to the surface and burst forth in tears.

But isn’t that what Easter is? It’s our annual celebration of Christ’s bursting forth from his tomb when death couldn’t keep him there. As I batted back the tears, I thought of how dark and desolate Nate’s death would have been, had it not been for paradise awaiting him. As Pastor Lutzer said this morning, “At the moment of our earthly death, the devil shouts, ‘Gottcha!’ but right then Jesus is waiting to reject that, as he gives life eternal to the one who has just died.”

Nate lingered between earth and heaven for many hours before his death in the fall of 2009, and I like to think that on that last day God’s Spirit was speaking to him. Scripture tells us the Lord can communicate with us even as we sleep, and I believe a coma-like sleep is no exception. Maybe the Spirit said the same thing Jesus said to the repentant thief on the cross: “Today you will be with me in paradise.”

I’m confident one day he’ll say the same thing to me and every other Christian as he or she dies. When that happens, giant bubbles of delight will burst forth big-time, and we’ll all be crying for joy.

And none of it would happen if it weren’t for his miraculous resurrection.

“Because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions — it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus.” (Ephesians 2:4-7)