The Silly Things (part 2)

Sometimes my desire to bring even greater things has been a hindrance to my giving everything, to my giving the little things, perhaps even the silly things. I call them silly things and wonder why my mom does not throw them out. Yet I enjoy coming home to a small museum of my love for my mother.

I suspect that somewhere God has collected all our meager gifts, all our prayers of frustration or calls in times of need. He has probably even recorded what little time we give to Him in prayer, in reading scripture, or in worship. He has done so not to judge us but to remember the gifts, even the meager gifts, of his children. I suspect that even were we Picassos or Michelangelos He would still prefer the innocent and unpretentious offerings of our loving hearts over the mature creations we design to impress Him. Great are the small things. Great are the silly things.

As His children we must offer up our silly things, at least the things we believe are silly.  We dare not searched for the most polished piece or the most expensive piece. We cannot wait until all edits are through. We cannot imagine that He wants only our best. He WANTS OUR BEST—but He wants all the silly things as well. It is an odd two year old that is self-conscious about holding up the scribbles on a page for the expected applause. It is a rare parent that will not proudly display the silly things as though they were worth thousands. And in truth—they are worth more.

God wants even the broken pieces we hold in our hands and consider of no value. He wants even the things in ourselves we consider failures our faults. He wants the face we criticize or the intelligence we doubt. He wants every word we utter and every thought we conceive. We bring all the silly things we fear others might see and He brims with pride at the sight of us. And then He empties our hands so that we can give a proper hug. Great are the silly things, and great is the God who receives us as we are.

Zech. 4:10, Psa. 56:8, Mark 12:44

Copyright©2008 Hudson Russell Davis

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