You and I had a great time hanging out while mommy was at work today. We ate breakfast with our shirts off, we fixed the tires on your stroller, and we wrestled until we were so exhausted we had to take a nap. When we got up from our nap we continued the party until mommy walked through the door.
We were playing with blocks and cars and stuffed monsters, having a blast, when mommy opened the door. The moment you heard her call, “Luigi! Where are you, love? I need kisses!” you left me in your dust.
You literally tossed your Ugly Doll aside, climbed over the blocks and cars, and crawled as fast as you could to mommy.
I wasn’t hurt; I was moved.
Compared to mommy, those toys were garbage to you. Okay, maybe that’s a bad analogy because you like playing in garbage. But the general idea remains. You didn’t think twice or linger. You went after mommy, trampling everything in your way.
Lewis, as I sat amid your pile of toys – what moments before was a hoard of treasure and now had been transformed into trash at the sight of mommy – I realized I don’t know the last time I reacted to God that way. I don’t know the last time that I didn’t hesitate when presented with the opportunity to say “No” to one thing in order to move closer to Jesus.
There’s nothing wrong with thinking before you act. Jesus tells us to consider, or think about, or count costs. Following Jesus and faith always begins, or should always begin, with thinking about information.
But you can think too much. I think too much. This is an area where you have a lot to teach me, because I have a lot to learn.
Lewis, trust your instinct, and always leave your toys behind. Mommy is a far more wonderful prize. I pray that I would die to my old nature, and that, through Christ, my new nature would bring a new instinct; to leave whatever is before me behind, so I can move toward Jesus.
I love you, Lewis. Keep moving toward what’s most valuable.
Do you react to Jesus and the things of God like Lewis acted towards his mom?
Or are you like me, constantly finding yourself surrounded by things that don’t really matter in comparison?
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