So, as I was looking over some Bible stories to include in our upcoming series [we’re attempting to write our own curriculum…for the first time EVER!] I ran across the very well-known story of Mary & Martha from Luke 10: 38-42.
As I read and reflected on this story, that I’ve heard so many times before, I began to think about where I am (at this very moment) in my relationship with Jesus. If I got a phone call from Jesus saying that he was on his way to my house and would be there in just a bit, would I freak out (like I normally do when an unexpected guest stops by) or would I be ready to greet Him at the door and invite Him for some good QT together?
Which reminded me of something that happened to me not too long ago…
It was the middle of the night, when my phone rang and I answered it to find on the other end of the line a friend who was in trouble. Seems as if my friend [we used to work together and were pretty close] was in town, as she had traveled about an hour from her home to meet up with a “guy friend”. As we began our conversation, she explained that she was in trouble [looked as if her “guy friend” wasn’t who she thought he was!], as a night of drinking and carousing had steered her right into a messy situation.
When I got her call of distress, I immediately went into defense mode [you know, defend the one who is in trouble – swoop in for the rescue and save the defenseless!] and offered to come and get her. She said she just needed to get out of her situation, talk to a friend and get somewhere safe…
and that was already on her way to my house. She asked if she could bunk on my couch for the rest of the evening, and of course I said “yes” and then as I hung up the phone, I even practiced in my head what I would say to her when she arrived…how I would tell her about Jesus and how He could fill the void in her life…how I would explain that He could love her like no man could, if she'd just choose Him!
As I hung up the phone, I drifted back to sleep [I guess all that practicing "THE conversation” wore me out!] and I began dreaming of our phone conversation – when
suddenly I jumped up out of bed to the stark realization that our conversation was not a dream and I had an unexpected guest headed my way!
As my feet hit the floor, I went into “hyper-cleaning mode” as I realized that my toilet needed scrubbing, my bathroom floor needed mopping and I had clothes strewn all over my bedroom floor! Not to mention, I wasn’t even sure if I had clean sheets to put on my bed. [You see, I wasn’t going to allow my guest to sleep on the couch, I was going to give up my bed and sleep on the less-than-comfy couch!]
Long story short, I spent a good 15 minutes making my house appear tidy for my guest [hoping she wouldn’t look in the closet to uncover all my clothes stuffed in there!] and smelling clean with a fresh scent of Pine-Sol cleaner that was still drying on my bathroom floor. Just as I put the mop bucket into the utility room, the phone rang again and my friend was on the other end telling me that she had made amends with her “guy friend” and therefore declined my invitation to spend the night at my house saying that she decided to stay put since she was really in no shape to drive.
As I put the phone down and snuggled into my bed, with the smell of a freshly “cleaned” house in my nostrils, I thought to myself “whew, that was close!” and decided that I’d better be more conscious of my house-cleaning duties (or lack thereof) just in case a situation like this one were to arise again in the future. [BTW, that was a short-lived decision, let’s just say you’d better call first before you come over to my house – otherwise you might be shocked at what you will find when you get here! JK, sort of!]
While looking over the story of Mary and Martha, the memory of the night of my unexpected guest came back to me and as I read the story, I was even envisioning myself as Martha. In fact, as I read that she was busy preparing for Jesus’ arrival I actually saw myself in her place….hurriedly cleaning as I was on that night of my friend’s phone call.
At this point, I stopped and asked myself this question: if Jesus were to call me out of the blue (just like my friend did) to say that He was on his way to my house, then showed up at my front door…would I react like Mary or Martha?
Of course, I really want to say the right answer which is clearly “Mary”…Mary: welcomed Him in, sat down with Him, spent quality time with Him
But in reality, I have to admit that I could possibly answer “Martha”…Martha: probably didn’t even notice He’d come into the house (since she was clearly distracted by all the preparations that had to be made) and was fretting over how the place looked, what she would serve to Jesus, if there were clean towels in the bathroom, etc.
So, I guess I must do a “Martha-check” daily! By that, I mean that daily I must take a time-out to make sure that I don’t get caught up in all the plans like Martha did. I gotta make sure that each day I spend quality time with Jesus talking to him about what’s going on in my life, which direction He wants me to take, what He needs for me to do in my personal life and in my ministry life.
I don’t EVER want to get caught up in “doing life” and “doing ministry” that I forget the most important thing…which is JESUS. If He were to show up at my house right now, I would want to be at the point where I open the door, welcome Him in, disregard all the clutter and mess around me, shut out all the distractions and just sit with Him on the couch together…just hanging out and discussing anything and everything.
I realize that I can be at that point, if I spend time with Him daily and leave all the plans and “to-do lists” of life (which don’t even really matter in the scheme of things, anyway) on the back-burner...as they will still be there, waiting to be checked off as completed. In a nutshell, I need to make Jesus my priority and not allow the distractions of life and ministry to impede my QT with Him. I don’t want to be “so busy” that I miss an opportunity to visit with the King.
When Jesus shows up at my door, literally or figuratively, I want to be ready for Him to come on in and begin our time together – distraction free, just a time of visiting and sharing together. What about you? Do you want to have a Mary relationship or a Martha relationship with Jesus?
Next time Jesus arrives at my doorstep, I will be ready. Of course, the Southern hospitality in me would want to offer my King something to eat [can’t do much talking on an empty stomach] so I have a plan. Instead of getting all distracted from making menu plans, trying out the best recipes from the Paula Deen cookbook, searching for clean cooking utensils [jk], taking time out to cook and set the table [not to mention clean-up afterwards]…
I think I’d just order in pizza for Jesus!
That way we’d both have something good in our tummies and we could spend much more time chatting over pizza than over a fancy dinner…
So what do you think, would Jesus want cheese or pepperoni?