I’m by nature not much of a complainer. Doctors tend to agree that it is best to complain every now and then. “If you don’t blow off some steam, something else will blow up and that won’t be good.” Maybe their explanation was a little more technical, but you get the idea. Anyway, when something comes up that really gets to me, I will generally write down the problem, store it, and then throw the paper away after a period of time goes by and I have cooled off. Nine times out of ten, what was causing the agitation wasn’t worth my getting upset over it at all. Let me give you an example.
Most people that know me know I love baseball. When my oldest son was old enough to hold a bat and throw a ball, I prayed that he would love the game too. Well, maybe I didn’t pray, but I wished really hard. Each year that he has played has become more and more competitive. As he has gotten older, he has had to put a little more effort into the game to keep up with the skills of the other boys. Herein lays the problem. The playing field is becoming unleveled.
Being the son of a minister, and therefore required to attend church services, he has had to miss practices and games to attend church. For a while, I wondered if anyone else attended church services, because no one else ever had to miss a game because of church. Then I found out that many of the other families do go to church, but they will miss to go to a ballgame or practice. That used to aggravate me until I remembered the Lord’s words to Peter. “What is that to thee? Follow thou me.”
As the years have gone by, more and more of the games and practices have been scheduled to coincide with church services. Hmmmmm! Could it be that Satan has caught on? I hate to think of Satan messing with my baseball passion, but who else would want to do away with worshipping God?
I have to admit, it is hard not to give in and allow my children the same natural advantages as other children. Then again, I don’t want to stand before God in judgment and answer why I loved baseball (fishing, hunting, golf, etc…..) more than Him.
Does this mean that we are tied down to one spot and not allowed any “off” time? Certainly not! But it does mean that God and His work should be our priority in life, whether we are going about our everyday life, or on vacation somewhere. Pray for me, that God will always come first. Pray for my children, that they can understand why it is better to serve God than man (ourselves).
Now you can do with this paper what I generally do with my complaint papers. Chunk it in the garbage. Get over it. Get on with life. There will be another grievance soon enough anyway.