Sandi's Quill

Communication is the key

A word...

Occasionally, while I am spending time with God in his word, I am hit with a thought. It may seem odd, but when I am obedient and follow it, I often find something pretty nifty that I believe I was being told to find and share. 

Here are some of these not-so-random teachings from God's word.

Value Added Tax -- Sacrifice

If it didn't cost you anything, you probably don't value it highly.  Only through expending a part of ourselves can we truly come to value something or someone else.  People sometimes say they want something easily...but things attained easily are not often treasured.

Once upon a time, it was traditional for a man to spend two months' salary on an engagement ring for his intended. Two months' salary!  I am not sure how much that might mean for you currently single gentlemen out there in blogland, but it would rack up into the thousands for many.  Not that that is a bad thing, of course, but it can look impractical.  One month's salary should do it.  

Think about it. You have to invest time, generally, to save up that money.  You wouldn't just decide not to eat, pay rent, maintain the car, insure all necessary items, have water and heat or air, and whatever else is considered normal for you. And you certainly wouldn't refrain from entertaining your significant other while saving to buy her a ring, right? So, you would save up for the ring.  A little this month, some more next month, etc.  Effort.  Or, you'd buy it with plastic and spend months paying it off. Still, effort. Thought.  Putting part of yourself, your irreplaceable time, into this gift for someone who mattered very much.

Childbirth is a time of endurance and sometimes suffering for moms and dads, too.  The trials of pregnancy, the limitations, the possible expense of prenatal care and clothes, as well as the constant thought of, "doing this for the baby" can and often does add "value" to the baby itself.  What we suffer for, we tend to regard with more respect.  Love is heightened when there have been sacrifices made for the object of our love. 

Some sacrifices are visible.  Money, effort, sweat, tears, wrinkles, grey hair.  Some are invisible.  Prayer, concern, time spent involved in relationships, doing whatever is necessary to make things happen, to enhance the relationship, to lend a shoulder or an ear.

Sometimes, we remember to stop and say thank you to those who have sacrificed for us.  What we should remember, though, is to stop and reflect on those for whom we sacrifice...for they enrich our lives and spirits, even if they are a heart-burden.

Love is heightened through sacrifice. Look into the face of a combat veteran as he or she sings the national anthem.  Look into the face of a husband or wife at the funeral of their spouse.  Look into the face of a couple after the birth of a child.

And then...look into your own face.    Remember, through all you do for others, that there is someone, likely, who is spending some time and/or effort on you.  In sacrifice of some irreplaceable resource.

Smile.  You are loved.  Remember it and be thankful.


"It ain't easy, bein' clean."

It's not easy being a piece of cloth getting washed. I mean, think about it.  You get a dollop of something on you and someone is after you immediately (in our day and age) with some Shout! or even just plain ol' water, scrubbing, scrubbing.

It's an abrasive process. You rub against your own rough edges...oh, sure, they may look smooth on the surface, but they've got their edges, too. And you're scrubbed and rubbed and rinsed and examined ... And the process is repeated as often as necessary until you are deemed Clean.

Rough! Tough! And if you're a hardy fabric, then off you go to the washing machine where you're dumped in with others of like condition and you're tumbled about. Soaked,  soaped, rinsed, spun 'til you're dizzy and wrung out. 

And this is in the Modern Era!  Think about how it used to be on that piece of cloth.

The stain might have set into you, in Once Upon a Time, time. And you'd be carted, perhaps, to a body of water and scrubbed against a rock. A rock! Rubbed and pushed and tugged and scrubbed and possibly beaten against that rock.  All for the purpose of being clean.  But you are tough, you can take it. Indeed, you emerge from the water and are laid on another rock, perhaps, to dry in the sun. To rest. To be clean. To enjoy the warmth. Or perhaps you are gathered to your Washer and then hung to dry. Draped to catch breezes and to feel the wind take the water away. You are able to rest.

It's not easy to be cleaned. It's not. But there is often that restful time where the fabric is allowed to dry before it is needed again. Put to work. Where it will, due to error or just the dirt of the world, get dirty again.

And then, it's back to the Washer.

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Now, as hard as it is to be a piece of cloth, it's also hard to wash one.  Oh, maybe not so much today as it used to be, but it used to take a great deal of effort to wash a garment.  Strength of body and a keen eye to do the job right.

Psalm 51:1 Be gracious to me, God,
according to Your faithful love;
according to Your abundant compassion,
blot out my rebellion. 2 Wash away my guilt,
and cleanse me from my sin. 3 For I am conscious of my rebellion,
and my sin is always before me.

So when we say, "Oh, I've been washed clean," brothers and sisters in Christ, remember the effort it takes to wash as well as to be washed. Remember that it required some pains from someone who would see you clean and ready for service.

And if you have not been washed clean by God, the ultimate Washer, remember, this is what he wants to do for you. He wants to make you clean. To scrub and rub and do what is necessary to make you clean and beautiful and ready for service.  It's an act of loving care, to wash.

It's not easy on the dirty garment, but it is worth it.
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