One of the things I hate most in life is when I offer some fairly tough advice to someone, and sometime down the road I face a similar circumstance requiring the same action. That sucks. It makes me feel quite guilty if I’m unwilling to follow my own advice that I so generously share with others.
But looking at these examples and realizing the cliché is true somehow doesn’t reassure us as we wait for the harvest. Perhaps it’s because our culture has moved away from agriculture that we no longer fully understand the waiting period. I think it has a lot to do with that and even more to do with the technological advancements that have made us a microwave society.
As we live our lives in our own strength and desires, we grow in the world and learn what we can and cannot do without God. But we remain newborns in Christ until we abandon our own efforts and allow Daddy to help teach us the simplest things. At the start it is frustrating and tiresome, as we find that we cannot even articulate our most basic wants and needs. We cannot even move from one place to another without being carried. We are completely powerless on our own.
I’m a story person. I love hearing stories; I love telling stories. I think most people would tell you that I am a pretty good storyteller, provided you have several hours to kill. I’m longwinded and believe that it’s better to share too many details than not enough. This is because I believe sharing our stories offers a glimpse into who we are and how we have reached this point in our lives.
As I read the first few chapters of Genesis, however, I realize that the little kids have it right on. We adults are the people that have it all messed up. We’ve created a concept of shame that keeps us from truly being comfortable. Even when buying clothing we often (or pretty much always) worry more about how it looks than how it feels. We’re trying to attract attention by covering ourselves with designer fabric, so that people will like us more. And we wonder why we have messed up relationships.