…changed on me. A little, anyway.
I spent today following around the lady at church who oversees our cleaning ministry. Two hour walk-around, inspecting each and every room in our church. (Dude!) I was trying to separate temporal and eternal work in my previous essay, and there *is* a separation, but it’s not in the type of work that our hands find to do, it’s in for whom we are doing the work.
That’s why our work is judged in Heaven, not on Earth. It’s not the outward appearance that tells the tale, either – that’s why it’s *all* thrown on the fire. What survives the fire is what we keep through eternity.
So half the point I was making still obtains – the eternal is what we need to concentrate on. But eternal stuff isn’t what looks eternal to other people, or even what we get happy fluffy bunnies from doing, eternal is judged eternal by *God*. What we do for Him, that’s what lasts. What we do for ourselves – even if it looks holy – is dross. It will burn.
Scrub the church for God? That’s eternal. Yes, even sitting and wiping every single chair leg down… that’s eternal. The lady I was following told me that there are ladies who have volunteered to clean bits of the church and have been faithful in that cleaning for over a decade. They come in once a week, do a job, and go away. No one knows about them. God knows. I know that sort of story is almost trite in Christian circles, but I heard more than just the faithful service bit. I heard her tell me about the level of perfection they go for. Day after day, cleaning as unto the Lord – clean enough for Jesus.
That hit me, because I’m the farthest possible from a perfectionist. How much of what I do is for Jesus, and how much is for me? For my ego, to make me the “good wife” or “good mother” or “smart girl” or.. whatever. Even just in my own eyes, that’s not doing it for Jesus, that’s doing it for me.
I am inspired……..