Tuesday, July 20, 2010
For the Love of It
In many ways, I am like him. But, I am also an artist, and as an artist, I have had to learn--sometimes through trial by fire--that sometimes a thing must be done purely for the love of it.
I have poured my heart and soul into theatrical performances that, when the curtain falls at the end of the night, are gone forever, preserved only in the memories of those who were there. As an artist, I have written entire books that may forever go unpublished, unread, and unremarked. Certainly, unpaid. Some people scoff at this and think, "Oh, those silly starving artists." But, I wonder if this is not precisely what Christ calls us to.
Do you realize Jesus never wrote a single word in His entire life? Everything He ever said was left unrecorded until after His death. He was a carpenter, and yet we have no artifacts, no bowls He carved or carts He built. When He ascended to Heaven, He took even His body with Him. He left behind only His message and His love.
What was it all for? Where was His list of accomplishments? Where was His concrete proof that it had all been worthwhile, that He would be remembered?
He hung on a cross and blood and water flowed from His side, and He said, "It is accomplished." No tally mark. No finished product. Only love.
If your daily vocation is filled with easily recognizable tasks and goals, then consider yourself blessed. For the rest of us who tackle ever-growing mountains of laundry, cook suppers that will disappear in less time than it took to prepare them, pray for hopes we may never see fulfilled in this life, who bless and serve and listen and create and wait...
Well, we must learn to live for the love of it and to live for the Love of Him.