I used to think that I was a
sacrificial person…and then I had kids.
Before kids you selflessly drink your coffee every morning, before you
selflessly drive to work in total peace and quiet, and then you selflessly eat
a meticulously prepared dinner with your spouse before you selflessly go to bed
whenever you feel like it. It isn’t
until after children that all those Bible verses about sacrifice and loving
others really come into play.
Whenever
you’re feeling worn out, tired of being a parent, or maybe just annoyed by the
other human beings around you, stop and think about yourself. I know that sounds like strange advice coming
from a Christian writing about sacrificially serving others, but just trust me
for a second. Think about who you are
and who Christ is. Think about how the King came not to let you serve Him, but
so that He might serve you. All of the troubles, aches, and pains
that you are going through are nothing compared to what Christ went through for
you. Just in case you are tempted to think
for a second that you somehow deserved all this, think about how Christ died
for you when you were still His enemy as a free gift for you.
Look around
at those troublesome things and people surrounding you, Christ was willing to
give up kingship in heaven for you, how much more should we be willing to
sacrifice a few small things. If Christ
is willing to be born in a barn why am I complaining about giving up my nice flat
abs to make a room for my baby? And if
Christ is willing stay up all night praying before his betrayal and death, why
am I throwing a fit about getting up to nurse my baby in the middle of the
night on a nice comfy couch while I watch the next episode of Sherlock?
I have a natural inclination to do
whatever I feel is my duty to do but this doesn’t mean that I’m always happy
about it. I was having a few days like
this not too long ago. I was annoyed
with my husband so I decided to give him the silentish treatment while I
sacrificially made him his breakfast before work. My kids were being their usual needy selves
so I sacrificially tended to them while I barked out orders like a drill
sergeant. I was miserable and I was
doing a pretty good job of making sure my family felt miserable as well. Then I happened across this quote from C.S.
Lewis, “Joy is the serious business of heaven.”
Jesus didn’t endure the shameful death on the cross just because He had
to but rather because of the joy that was set before Him. When I decide to put off all my grumpiness
and smile, laugh and express gratitude, I’m giving Satan a big ol’ kick in the
pants. When I can puke my guts up again
and again but still thank God for the life He has placed within my womb, God is
glorified. When I can serve my husband
eggs and a genuine smile even when I think he doesn’t deserve it, Satan gets
really nervous. When we joyfully and
sacrificially serve others, we are storming the very gates of Hell.