Suggested Reading: 1 John 3:1-10
The babbling on the baby monitor signaled nap time was over! Hustling down the hall, I burst into my son’s room…and immediately retreated in order to catch my breath. Holding my nose to avoid the pungent smell, I walked back in.
My little one was quite pleased to see me. But as I stepped closer to the crib to pick up my precious little cherub, something was definitely not right. No, something cold, wet and squishy was underfoot.
Making my way to the light switch to inspect what exactly was on the floor, the cold squishy thing did not leave my foot. I feared the worst.
You guessed it. My darling son had removed four little turds from his pants, dropped three over the side of the crib, leaving one in his bed (why???).
I quickly picked up my son, changed his diaper, washed his hands, shampooed the floor, washed and bleached the linens – and promptly called my mother.
I knew she would appreciate the moment. You see, there’s another “incident” that has gone down in our family lore about yours truly.
I can laugh about it now, but it used to embarrass me terribly whenever the story was told.
I was a year or two old, and had been napping. My Mom was outside visiting with a neighbor. Not having the luxury of baby monitors back then, she came in to check on me.
A peek through the door – a rancid smell — and a happy baby.
But what she was unprepared for was what I was doing. In fact, she was so impressed with my ingenuity and problem-solving skills, that she ran back outside and asked her friend come over (enduring the smell) to see what her very smart little girl had done.
You see, I had systematically removed several “pebbles” from my pants and taken the wobbly little glass figurines off my window sill that couldn’t stand up on their own, and smooshed them into the “pebbles” to help them stand up.
As I shared the story about my son with my mom we laughed, and she remarked “The apple truly did not fall far from the tree, Jeannette!”
While that may be true, I certainly hope my boys eventually present better reflections of some of my (and their father’s) finer points as the grow up!
In fact, I hope the same will be said of me as I continue on a path toward spiritual growth and maturity.
“Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” Ephesians 5:1-2
The refining, transformational process must be constant throughout life. Heaven knows I’m in the midst of an overhaul, but for all the complaining I do in prayer, I know in my heart of hearts it’s worth it.
Father, I’m thankful that your reflection is pretty straightforward. There is nothing “stinky” about it – instead, everything good, beautiful, loving and pure is unmistakably you. As you continue your transforming work in my heart, I invite you to chisel away at those areas of __________ that don’t reflect you at all. I know the process may be painful, but so worthwhile in the end. Amen.
Taking it deeper:
How is your reflection? As a member of the body of Christ, are you reflecting some of His character? Do your actions and attitudes toward others match up with your professed love for Christ?