We round up our grandkids a couple weekends a month. I arrive at the parents’ doors and say, “I’ll be needing those babies from you. I’ll bring ‘em back in a couple of days, but hand over the kiddos.” We do this for several reasons. One, we want to give mom and dad a break to invest in their marriages. Two, we are motivated by the spoiling gene implanted in the hearts of all grandparents. Finally, we desire to be a generational influence in these kids’ lives for Jesus.
They come and utterly disrupt the order in our home. We don’t care. They break things. We don’t care. Once, they broke an antique globe lamp upstairs while they were doing flips off the bed onto an air mattress. They all came downstairs crying, saying they would pay for it with their allowances. The lamp was irreplaceable, for sure. Our response? Hang on... we’ll get there.
The man in the passage clearly missed an opportunity to demonstrate the forgiveness he’d been granted. He was forgiven much, but forgave little.
The response about the lamp? “Okay, let’s go get the glass cleaned up so you can keep flipping!” Their response? “What?!? You’re not mad?” The transition from tears to joy was instantaneous. Papa told them that we don’t cry over things that can be replaced with money. Mimi said, “There’s nothing more important than the memories you’re making here.” To this day they tell the story of breaking the lamp and nobody getting mad at them.
We call it the Flipping Lamp. It was an easy jump to explaining God’s forgiveness in that moment. Still think we’re crazy for giving up so many weekends to have those babies around?
Here’s an “ouch” question: What things have you held onto against another person in comparison to the totality of what God has forgiven you for? You might want to take care of those things before tomorrow’s devotional. Just sayin’... feel free to talk to God. He’ll be up all night, friend.