I’ve had to do a lot of writing and thinking in the past week — and I find myself a bit scattered and not really wanting to write THursdayTHoughts this week. But, like I tell my children, sometimes in life we have to do things we don’t want to.
Like dishes… maybe some of you like doing dishes. But endlessly doing dishes? Are they ever ALL clean?
Or laundry — there is something that is never all done. Well… I guess there is one way for all the laundry to be clean… ahem…
Or the people that I always feel the sorriest for: the cart collectors at the grocery store. They just have to sigh as they are pushing that last long line of linked up carts into the store as a string of shoppers with carts parade by them.
Writing these THoughts week in, week out is a bit like cooking for children: relentless!
And yet, what a discipline! These THoughts force me to pause and consider something longer and deeper than usual. They make me think about God in new ways — and sometimes really exciting ways.
It is right for me to think this way about all of you, because you hold me in your heart, for all of you share in God’s grace with me, both in my imprisonment and in the defense and confirmation of the gospel.Philippians 1:7
But more than all the stuff they do for me, writing these THoughts make me think of you. They remind me that we are connected, if only for a few minutes each week. Sometimes as I am writing I will think of individuals: how will so-n-so hear this? What will whosey-whatsit think about what I say here. Will you-know-who find this amusing?
In the household of God, we are all connected. God has placed us in koinonia, that’s a Greek word for “fellowship.” But not fellowship in a coffee and donut sort of way. A fellowship where we are connected at a personal and spiritual level. Koinonia, where we are interconnected and interdependent. Even those of you who I don’t get to see — we have this connection now. A connection in the kononia of God. And this is something that is precious to me. And, if I hadn’t started writing about writing, if I hadn’t done the thing that I didn’t feel like doing, I might have missed how precious it is.
I wonder if we miss the precious parts that God has worked into all of our relentless tasks. Is there something deeper in dish washing, like remembering our baptism? Or in cooking for family, like recalling our love for them? Or in laundry… well… maybe not laundry…