Martha, Martha, Martha

This past weekend I got to enjoy my beautiful sister Annie’s baby shower.  My incredible mom, aunts, and sisters-in-law, with the help of our family’s men threw the most beautiful princess storybook party I have ever seen.  All the talent around me kept me thinking about Martha Stewart, honestly the skills of my family put Martha to shame.  As my brain works in completely inexplicable ways Martha Stewart and parties reminded me of the story of Mary, Martha, and their party.

dessert bar at the baby shower

            Like most of the accounts in the Bible I started off relating to the “wrong” character.  In the prodigal son I used to associate myself with the brother who stays, in this story I always thought of myself as Martha.  I mean, I didn't understand why Jesus was calling her out for doing what she was supposed to be doing.  She seemed to me like the hostess with the mostest. 

            My problem was my definition of what people “should” be doing.  I was thinking with the mind of the world.  I was thinking that I need to be perfect on my own.  The problem is that it is actually impossible for me to be perfect (or anywhere close) on my own.  The thing is that I didn't want to be the “good” character. Mary was a lazy sister who was hogging the best seat in the house, at least that's how I saw her was how I saw her.  I missed the ENTIRE point.

            One of the best things about Jesus is that he doesn't play by the world’s rules.  Our laws of etiquette don’t matter when Jesus is in your house preaching, you sit down and listen.  Well get excited because JESUS IS IN DA HOUSE! That’s right people Jesus is everywhere, which means when he starts talking  you stop and listen.  Stop trying to work your way to perfection, it isn't going to get you anywhere.  Slow down, sit at Jesus’ feet, listen to his voice, THEN put his words into action.