I was in Publix yesterday. I needed a few last minute things for our Easter lunch with friends. Apparently so did half the town! It was packed in there. I was enjoying the fact that on my third trip the grocery store this week I didn't have the kids with me this time. I enjoy people watching. Nathan often catches me staring off at people and we both laugh. I'm just so interested in other's behaviors. Yesterday I wasn't so much amused as I was saddened.
So many people were in a hurry. Some were rude, angry, and impatient. People snapping at strangers because their carts were in their way. I watched a very elderly man in a neck brace and motorized wheelchair try and get through a crowd that kept cutting in front of him and pushing him aside. Mothers yelling at their children while others watched and judged.
All I could think is "You're missing the point people!" I would venture to say that 75% of the people were in there because they needed things to their Easter meals. While in such a hurry they didn't seem to understand the irony in their behavior. Rushing around in haste to get the things they needed to celebrate the RESURRECTION OF OUR SAVIOR and yet they were acting so ungodly.
Ephesians 5
1. Therefore be imitators of God [copy Him and follow His example], as well-beloved children [imitate their father]. 2. And walk in love, [esteeming and delighting in one another] as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us, a [a]slain offering and sacrifice to God [for you, so that it became] a sweet fragrance
I fall short so often! I'm a sinner and each day I must die to myself so that I can live for Him. I miss the point a LOT. But in those moments I felt like I was just seeing so much of it. What terrible examples these people were setting and it made me question myself. I've messed up a lot in my witness for Christ.
I pray that this week, as I go throughout my daily things I can be an imitator of Christ. Not just in public for all to see, but in front of my husband and children, and in the moments when no one is looking.
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