|Mr. Simeon, on left, with Miss Mercy, on right, and Mommie|
If you’ve ever worked with paralyzed dogs, you may be as well versed as I am now with doing lots of clean-up. And besides clean-up, I have to do things to help the paralyzed dogs in my care “use the restroom”, so to speak. Who needs to hear it? You most assuredly do not. Suffice it to say I spend more than my fair share of time dealing with “going to the bathroom issues”. And I most certainly wish I could say that I do my duties – no pun intended – all the time with an attitude of love and care, compassion and patience, with a healthy smattering of grace mixed in. Let’s just say that God has to go to some desperate extremes at times to teach me yet another faith lesson, and such is the case with Mr. Simeon’s latest little accident.
Now, let me explain before continuing that given what I have to do to help Mr.Simeon “use the restroom”, he should not be having little accidents. After all, with what I do to help him, he should be “all done” with doing his duty, so to speak. Nevertheless just like everyone and everything else on this earth, Mr. Simeon is not perfect. Nor am I. I, in fact, happen to have far too much experience on the other end of the perfect spectrum. Perfectly imperfect, I would prefer to call myself. God, on the other hand, might use a different selection of words to more perfectly describe my sometimes state of mind let alone action.
To make a long story short, the words flew out of my mouth for the umpteenth time as soon as I saw Mr. Simeon’s little pile. Not only did I now have to haul his fairly heavy body up and into his wheelchair, but I had to clean up the pile. Yuck? Yes. But this is exactly where the lesson came in. For before I could say too very much out of my complaining mind and attitude, God had something to remind me. Oh, yes, wasn’t it just the other day that I had been doing some writing to help encourage OTHERS to pay attention to a little scripture in the Bible that implores us to do our work not for ourselves, not for our employers, but “as unto the Lord”. Ooops. Poop. Darnit. So much for any more complaining. Now how come I have to get lessons like these, when other people don’t need their lessons to be quite so – well, stinky, shall we say? Probably because it can take me so extraordinarily long to get God’s point – and do it.
Bottom line? No sooner did I change my attitude and consider the fact that I really was picking up the poop “as unto the Lord” did I feel a burst of joy in my heart. Now please don’t get me wrong. I cannot say that I will ever fall in love with some of the not so pretty tasks that are part of my daily life, but I can attest to this.When I choose to hear, to understand, and to obey God’s Word, I find myself in an entirely different position. Instead of bemoaning the stuff I can so easily complain about, I realize that placing my day to day life in the context of showing the Lord my exceeding love for Him actually brings me great joy. Yes, even when it comes to receiving yet another faith lesson – in a pile of, ahem. Poop.
Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, 24knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve. Colossians 3:23-24 NASB