Those were the words from my three-year-old granddaughter as we sat at the dinner table the other night. Innocent enough, sweet, pure, child's voice. Never mind that they came on the tail of her mother's admonition to 'eat your dinner.' We'd been sitting at the table for some length of time, waiting for Evie to consume just the prescribed portion of her meal so that we could break out the dessert.
Something about her timing sent me on a tangent; the "I love you" coming in the midst of outright disobedience caused me to reflect on the times that I have done the same - to God, to my wife, to people at work and school. While on the one hand professing my love and devotion, admiration or obedience, on the other hand I am in the throes of dishonoring, disobeying, disregarding that very relationship.
Evie is three. Maybe that's a good enough excuse for her. And maybe a person in a new relationship with Christ is still working things out, and may have an excuse for some path of sin followed. An old geezer like me? I may not be able to come up with a reason, but I've got some great rationalizations.
Lord, help me to be relational, not rational.
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