Posts tagged “Mary and Martha

The Big Thing

Luke 10:38-42

Mary was a slacker.

There. I said it.

Mary was a slacker and an underachiever and lacked ambition.

Oh, I know — don’t I know — that in side-by-side comparisons, it would be Martha who was found wanting. Martha, who planned and prepared and executed with perfection — He would peer straight through Martha’s heart and say, Your sister has chosen the better thing.

But Martha understood the importance of the Rabbi’s visit that day. She knew the social mores. She sensed as though instinctively the need to honor their guest with a proper meal, in a properly prepared home. This was a really big thing.

And she was the one that got that. 

Mary, she was  the one you’d find lying on her belly in the grass, picking daisies when there was the wash to do. Always talking about light and color and the moment.

Mary was all about the wonder.

And she never got a thing done.

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Crumbs of Wasted Time

Crumbs of Wasted Time

Crumbs of Wasted Time

I sit at my kitchen table, where no one has eaten for days. My printer hoards one chair while game jerseys and tattered hoodies drape the others. My briefcase gapes open, stopped midway through vomiting up claim files and correspondence, a diagram caught in its throat.

I lift my eyes to the coffee machine, thinking I should brew again, and see crumbs huddled together on the counter, throwing furtive glances back my way and wondering in their raspy whispers if they’ll be safe for another day.

I don’t see to the dishes much. Or sweep the floors. Or pay the bills or balance the checkbook or fold the clothes.

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Forget the Big Thing

Forget the Big Thing

Mary was a slacker.

There. I said it.

Mary was a slacker and an underachiever and lacked ambition.

Oh, I know — don’t I know — that in side-by-side comparisons, it would be Martha who was found wanting. Martha, who planned and prepared and executed with perfection — He would peer straight through Martha’s heart and say, Your sister has chosen the better thing.

But Martha was the one who truly understood the importance of the Lord’s visit that day. She knew the social mores. She was deeply aware of the need to honor this guest with a proper meal, in a properly prepared home. This was a really big thing.

And she was the one that got that. The only one.

Mary, she was the flighty one. The one you’d find lying on her belly in the grass, picking daisies when there was the wash to do. Always talking about light and color and the moment.

Mary was all about the wonder.

And she never got a thing done.

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