WordPress (the blog site that this is on just in case you didn’t know) sent me an e-mail the other day about my top 5 posts of the year. One wasn’t really a blog entry so I won’t share that with you, but I’d like to link you to my top 4. I just re-read them and my memory is starting to come back to me. Take a look at them… or don’t… but when you get back I’ll have more to say.
–
1. Change of Color
2. The Trap
3. Provoked by Proverbs
4. Attempt Number Eleventy-Twelve
–
Welcome back. Good to see you. I missed you.
–
Did you like it?
Were they any good?
Have I written something that you liked?
Something you connected with?
Have I impressed you yet?
Do you think better of me now?
Please don’t.
–
Maybe I’ve said this already, maybe I haven’t. Either way it is completely relevant right now.
The reason I started this blog, the reason this whole thing began, before you start giving me credit for how much my heart is desiring God and his plan for my life, the reason this blog even exists… was because I was jealous.
My roommate, in my mind, had everything. He had the looks, he had the skills, he had the friends… and he had a blog.
What was I good at? I could joke around at almost any situation. I could laugh when I wanted to cry. I could always find the brighter side of things. I could care about others. I could do my best to love God and live for him every day. Who does that impress? Because that’s what it’s all about right? It’s the heart behind the things that really matter. Right? That’s why we all love getting cards at Christmas time with pictures of families on them.
“Thinking of you over the holidays!”
“From our family to yours! Merry Christmas!”
“Blah blah blah blah blah there’s no money in here. Happy holidays!”
I joke, but that’s really what we’re all thinking, right?
Oh but Tom, it’s the heart behind it.
Yeah I know, but I don’t think anybody cares about the heart anymore. I tested that theory this year.
–
I love giving Christmas presents. I like being able to show others that I was thinking of them and I cared enough to give you something that I really hope you love.
So this year I went to Wal-Mart to scout out gifts. (Great start, I know. Wal-Mart, where all good buyers find all sorts of reasonably priced junk.) I spent a long time looking for stuff that everybody would at least smile at. For the sake of time I want to focus on just one thing I picked up this year. It was for my sister.
I love my sister. I think she’s great. She’s fun and she likes to be creative. She’s so creative that she’s going to school for art. Art… creativity… you get the idea. SO I wanted to get her something special. I bought it, wrapped it all up, and was anticipating the moment when her eyes would get all big when she opened it. I thought, “this thing is perfect. It will let her open all her creative potential and she’ll have so much fun painting it, decorating it, doing different designs, so on and so forth.” (I like how that’s how I talk about my mind. Even I think most of my thoughts end with blah blah blah. That’s just silly.)
Christmas came and I handed out my boxes and I watched her open it.
She tore off part of the wrapping, paused and stared at the package totally and utterly confused. Then, she finally spoke.
“A mailbox?”
–
I know. It was a terrible idea. Crappy gift. Stupid brother got her a mailbox for christmas. It wasn’t even a christmas color. It was grey.
If you could only see her face. It was as if I ruined her Christmas.
I get it though. I am a terrible gift giver and I should have just stuck with chocolates. You can’t eat a mailbox. My bad.
To my credit though, I did put a t-shirt inside… that makes it a little better… right?
–
Oh Tom, it’s the heart behind it.
Yeah, apparently not.
I think that was the difference between my roommate and me. He was a great guy with a great heart, but along with that heart he had other stuff. He was in a band. He was popular. He could sing, and play the guitar, and write, and he was good at sports, and all these things.
And I could smile. I could put others before me. I could sit there and listen.
But I never had anything to show for it. So I started this blog. Because I wanted people to have proof that I could be as cool as him.
–
I am the biggest faker on the planet.
–
And I almost didn’t post this because something in my said…
“Tom, don’t post this crap. Ladies will read it. We like the ladies!”
But I’m sure you’ll forgive me, won’t you ladies?
Yeah. Merry Chistmas to you too.
–
So that leads me to now. I was given a task over winter break. I started it with my last blog. A challenge was issued to me to read through the book of Haggai over break. Make notes, read commentaries, and answer a question based on what I learn.
Why do I care so much about what others think of me?
I started talking about Haggai in my last blog.
Here’s the recap. Temple is crap. God says stop sitting around and do something. They spent so much time trying to make their lives look good, living in paneled houses and eating good food, that they ignored the crumbling temple. God says that he gave them all of their goods, He makes the grains grow, and the rains fall, and the animals strong and tasty. If God takes away all those things then they’ve got nothing. And even though all these people are depending on God to survive, they still have not paid any attention to a temple to worship God, the giver of all these things.
So after Haggai delivers God’s message that calls them out on this, they all get up and go build the temple. Kind of like when it’s time to take the garbage out or to wash the dishes. You do it because it needs to be done, but that might not be what you would rather do.
Chapter 2. Temple is built. Good job everybody. Nice work. Now here’s something else to focus on.
Haggai 2: 11-14
11 “This is what the LORD Almighty says: ‘Ask the priests what the law says: 12 If someone carries consecrated meat in the fold of their garment, and that fold touches some bread or stew, some wine, olive oil or other food, does it become consecrated?’”
The priests answered, “No.”
13 Then Haggai said, “If a person defiled by contact with a dead body touches one of these things, does it become defiled?”
“Yes,” the priests replied, “it becomes defiled.”
14 Then Haggai said, “‘So it is with this people and this nation in my sight,’ declares the LORD. ‘Whatever they do and whatever they offer there is defiled.
If you skimmed through this, like I do, then you’ll miss what they’re trying to say here. First it talks about carrying sacred things in a cloth. If they’re in the cloth are they sacred too? Nope. That’s like saying taking a pizza out of the oven makes your oven mitts delicious.
Then it says if something is dirty and touches other things, are they still clean? Nope. Try sneezing in your hand and then giving somebody a handshake. They don’t like it too much.
The same is true about the temple that the people just built. Just because they touched the temple doesn’t instantly make them better people. All of their offerings and labor that went into building the temple aren’t what God wants. They are dirty and their offerings are like snot handshakes.
God wants our hearts, and because of Jesus, our sins are wiped away and we are made clean. Offering our hearts and lives to God is a worthy offering. Living for Him, working for Him, finding joy in Him, worshiping Him, building a temple for Him… That’s the goal.
Oh Tom, it’s the heart behind it.
–
You want to know why I care so much about what others think of me? Because I’m an idiot.
I don’t need win every argument. I don’t need to show others that I’m the best, or my blog is awesome, or that I might finally be better than my roommate at something (which I’m not). I built a temple and I want everyone to look at me and say, “What you did is beautiful. You are amazing. You worked so hard and are so awesome and good looking.”
Are you impressed yet?
No. Because I shouldn’t build the temple so I get all the glory. That would make me the biggest faker on the planet.
The temple is a place built to praise God. My deeds, my actions, my heart is meant to be a light so that you can see God more clearly. Nobody cares about the lightbulb when the goal is to read a book in a dark room. The lightbulb is great, but the book should be and is the whole point.
I may have started this blog so that I could be cool and get credit for things, but that’s not what it’s about anymore. It is about shining a spotlight towards a darkened stage. God is still speaking to you, but sometimes it’s tough to see. You can hear Him and you know he’s there, but sometimes it just takes a little bit of illumination before you realize that God is right there with you waiting to receive your heart and have you be filled with passion for Him.
–
I say this not as a command, but as a reminder to everyone including myself.
It is the heart behind it that counts, as long as that heart is alive with love for God. Jesus came down and died for us. His heart beat stopped to show us the depths of his love for our sorry sinful souls. The least we can do is let our hearts beat for Him.
So let yourselves be swept away with love of God. Let your joys be found in the oceans of grace from the Father.
May you be impressed only with what God does through regular people like me. Give Him glory, and praise.
I’m just a dumb grey mailbox waiting to be born into a world of color and God’s got all the paintbrushes.
–
Happy new year everybody.
Amen