MARY AND MARTHA SYNDROME:
Some people think if they aren't constantly busting their butt to SERVE Jesus, they aren't going to heaven. Others say, well, I can't do that, so why even try? Both attitudes suck.
In 2 religious sects I know, Serving God became like a freaking high school competition: “I can do more for God than you can, Nah, nah, nya!? You should be ashamed of yourself! I'm superior, look what I'm accomplished."
PLEASE. And examine some of the falacies of that argument: First off, the only way you can do things for God is because he gave you the ability to do it. So it's kind of like having a relationship.
(With God, of course.) In a normal relationship, you do the things that make the person you love happy, right? And if something bugs them, you try not to do it. (If you want to stay with the person, that is, and have a good relationship.)
Well, it's kinda like that with God. In the Bible, the people who had good relationships with God were incredibly blessed. I wouldn't mind being incredibly blessed. So what did those people do that was different from everybody else?
They had FAITH and HUMILITY. They loved God and they LISTENED to him. And for the most part they were good to people.
"Oh my God," you may say, "That's too much for me to do!"
Well, really it's not, if you think about it from Mary's point of view:
I was talking to my mom the other day about the Mary and Martha syndrome that it all resembles. Martha was “encumbered about by much SERVING” so our Lord could eat. A very noble endeavor, right?
But to her astonishment and probably monumental resentment, "Jesus praised her sister who was SITTING there on her ASS -- LISTENING to him. DOING NOTHING AT ALL. JUST LISTENING." Mom exclaimed, and I busted up.
But really, how long has it been since we’ve sincerely done that for more than 5 minutes? (I’m guilty) It’s hard to do. It’s even harder to do than cook dinner for God. Or visit the elderly. Especially when you can’t see him.
I got burned out trying to be Martha, it didn't work. I even relapsed on Alcohol cause I couldn't handle it. Then I sat down and realize God wasn't asking me to do all those things. My guilt complex was. So now, I do what I can when I can, and I don't feel guilty (as much) any more.
Why waste your energy feeling guilty when you can spend the same ammount doing soemthing about it?
Ok, bye everybody! It's time for me to calm down and sit on my a--. And listen.
Love you all,
Boo hoo the great anointed one of God.