Just do it!

“Do everything without complaining and arguing, so that no one can criticize you. Live clean, innocent lives as children of God, shining like bright lights in a world full of crooked and perverse people.” Philippians 2:14-15

Man, I wish I hadn’t gone to church this morning! Harold issued a challenge that was long overdue for me: Stop whining!

I don’t think he actually used the word whining, but he did quote liberally from Philippians 2, which includes the admonition not to complain, with plenty of explication on why we shouldn’t.

I even copied down Verses 13-17 (in two translations) in my composition notebook while I listened to the rest of the sermon. (Gonna pin the copied verses to my cubicle wall at my job, which is what I complain most about.) It’s funny how you can read a passage many times and be only marginally affected by it until, one day, someone makes it come alive for you. That’s what Harold did this morning when he told me the reasons I should stop complaining. It was like a poke in the eye.

Because I’ve been doing a lot of it lately.

I could philosophize for hours about the virtues of obeying these verses, but all I’m gonna do is commit the next seven days to doing it.

And I have to proclaim it publicly so that you all can hold me accountable. Another thing Harold said is that God not only brought us into relationship with Himself, he brought us into relationship with each other, even those we haven’t met. And we sang about needing each other and praying for each other.

I need you.

Because not complaining for seven whole days ain’t gonna be easy.

So, friends, if you hear me complain, shut me up. But do it gently, please.

ShareFest

ShareFest boy

My church participated in ShareFest over the weekend. I took photos and wrote an article for the church newsletter, focusing mostly on the fact that the adults weren’t the only ones working hard. Lots of kiddos showed up and got busy cleaning out the flowerbeds and the classrooms of the neighboring elementary school — work that wore the adults out.

The little boy in the picture belongs to a family I’ve known since his parents were newlyweds. Here is an excerpt from the newsletter article (with names changed at the parents’ request):

“Three-year-old Eric could be seen helping his dad, Tim, rake leaves in a flowerbed. Tim and his wife, Sarah, have taught their children to volunteer since they were tiny. Even before there was an Eric, there was a big sister, Annie, now 7, and her parents took her along on days when their community group gathered for its monthly service projects – picking up trash at Burns Park or visiting the elderly at a nursing home, for instance.”

What that says to me is that helping others is important to this young couple, so much so that they want to leave the legacy of volunteerism to their children. And they realize the importance of starting these lessons early, when the children don’t know any other way. Tim and Sarah are two of the young parents at my church who have gotten it right.

There are many others, and I am so proud to be a part of this group of pilgrims. I see them every Sunday morning, but also during the week, reaching out in so many ways.

When I get lazy and self-centered, it helps to remember these faces.