A few days ago I saw a facebook entry from my daughter recounting a conversation with her son.
Mommy: Eat Peyton.
Peyton: I yav you too.
Mommy: I love you too Peyton, now please eat.
Peyton: I yav you too mommy. No.
I smiled. Big.
I smiled because I remember the strength of will “mommy” had when she was this age, and the combination of steel determination and loving sweetness she had—which has apparently been passed to Peyton.
I smiled because I know Sarah can handle it, and I’m good with her getting a little of her own medicine.
I smiled because I know we sound just like that to God sometimes.
We really do. Then I stopped smiling.
We sing his praises. We shout “Hallelujah”—often not knowing the definition of the word—and with no intention whatsoever of changing anything in our lives. We talk about how much we love God, how so and so has such a love for the Lord in his heart.
God has told us what to do in life, and while we all need to read the Word more, most of us have a pretty good idea when we’re disobeying. But it’s ok. God is love. He is the Father who seeks us. He is the one who died to save us. We all make mistakes, we all fail. He forgives us. He won’t hold this (whatever “this” is) against us.
I love you God. No.
It’s cute when it is my 2 year old grandson—and when it is my daughter dealing with it instead of me.
It’s not so cute when it’s an adult who claims to be Christian, to love the Lord, but isn’t particularly interested in Him truly being Lord. We aren’t two year olds, and we can’t pretend our rebellion is the same as Peyton’s.
Jesus said “If you love me, you will obey what I command.”
So, do we?
in Christ,
Randy
