Little sacrifices.

October 12, 2009 at 3:49 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m thinking about Martha today for some reason. You know, from the story where Jesus visits Mary and Martha, and Mary sits at Jesus’ feet and listens, while Martha bustles around, cleaning up and getting the meal prepared, etc. etc. Well, here, you can get the whole story from Luke:

Luke 10: 38-42

As they continued their journey he entered a village where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him. She had a sister named Mary (who) sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak. Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me.” The Lord said to her in reply, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.”

At first glance, poor Martha just has her priorities all wrong. There she could be, soaking up wisdom at the feet of Jesus, but she’s worried about getting the food on the table and making sure there are enough chairs. But you know, it’s probably easier to glean wisdom when you’re comfortable and well fed, not to mention the fact that those of us who are worker bees have our own ministry and our own gifts to offer. I suspect that Martha was just one of those people (and I’m one too) who is a bustler…you know the kind, the kind that has to bustle around picking up the house before bedtime, the kind that has to cook a big meal, otherwise how would you know she cares?

It is true though that sometimes the bustling gets in the way. My kids like to play this game which involves taking all of the cushions and pillows off everything, creating little houses, which they then fill with more toys than you can find in a toy store. When they start that game, it sets my teeth on edge, I mean, it physically hurts, because I can’t bear the mess.

Lucy's house

Lucy's house

And let’s say they start it at approximately ten minutes to bedtime, so I inevitably get the question, “Mommy, can you leave our houses up until tomorrow?” They have no idea what it costs me to comply…and they shouldn’t! That’s my neuroses, not theirs. I guess the trick is knowing when to bustle and when to be still…the lesson of Martha.

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1 Comment

  1. New Mama said,

    I was not familiar with the story of Martha, but I can definitely relate. I would be pretty ticked off that Mary wasn’t helping, either. 😉 Messes drive me crazy, too, but my standards have gone WAYYYYYYYYY down since having Henry around.

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