True Humanity

This is how we know we are in Him [God the Father] Whoever claims to live in Him must walk as Jesus did. 1 John 2:6

I read this and stopped.
You see, Jesus walked on water. This is a problem, because… I can’t.

Before I get too far into this, I just want to say–

1. This is me thinking on paper and
2. I don’t have it all figured out. (I don’t plan on that happening any time soon, either.)

Back to walking like Jesus.
So, I’m almost positive 1 John 2:6 is not meant to be taken quite that literally. In other translations this verse says “walk in the same manner” and stuff like that. So, it’s about life and our “walk” of life.

But it STILL rocks me. Because Jesus “walked” so radically–did some very very unconventional, darn near impossible things. I mean, the guy rose people from the dead. So even if I don’t take 1 John 3:6 literally, I need to take His life’s work seriously and put it up next to the arch of my own life.

This is the part where everyone’s Sunday school self begins to shout at them, but Jesus is God! And then we all feel better about ourselves because we’re not and so the pressure to live like the God-man suddenly melts away and we’re back to our average, everyday, walking-down-cement-side walks.

And yet, Jesus, (now this blows my mind) tells His buddies, “whoever believes in me will also do the works that I do, and greater works than these will he do, because I am going to the Father.” (John 14:12)

There’s lots of argument about what this means. I don’t fully know. BUT, I do think, looking at the surrounding context, Jesus is making a point: I’m human, you’re human. You can do what I have done. It’s possible.

It’s possible.

How? Well– surrounding context–Go to the Father. That’s what Jesus did. I wish I knew the number of times he said “…The words that I say to you I do not speak on my own authority, but the Father who dwells in me does his works.” (John 14:10)

It’s not really amazing that Jesus is God. He’s always been God.
What’s amazing is that Jesus is human.  That he was fully human and yet lived a perfect, powerful life. How? Through the power of the Holy Spirit at the feet of the Father.

He was submissive, humble, and willing. He, as God, did not consider equality with God a thing to be grasped. He was humble and human. Yet, he did not let living in His human husk for thirty years stop Him from living a radical, divine life. He asked the Father, believed, and obeyed.

He became humanity not just to die for us as the perfect substitute, but to show us what true humanity is.


The Poop Knife & Laughing at Life

No one is listening until you fart.  ~Author Unknown

It’s been months.  I’ve avoided it like the plague, and now, I can escape the poop knife no longer. Let me explain.

The poop knife

The poop knife is part of a diabolical system called cloth diapers. As a nanny, I work for a very environmentally-conscious family, and really, so far using the cloth hasn’t been that bad!

Until solid food.

I used to chuck the cloth diapers in a well-lined garbage can, Momma would wash them, and no worries. But no longer is that an option. Hence, the poop knife. And yep, the name says it all. Maybe poop spatula would be more descriptive, but you get the picture.

The funny thing is, the poop knife is only the cherry on top. Lately it seems any inanimate object is ready to turn on me…

Scenario 1. I’d been using this bristly, really nice-looking brush for … a couple weeks probably… to clean dishes too big for the diswasher or too covered in crusties. Then, just the other day, I inspected the brush to find it covered ((COVERED))  in human hair.
“Uhhhh, did someone use this brush to clean the floor?” I asked my housemates, trying not to gag.
— “I think that’s for cleaning the bathroom, Megs”

Who knew?

Scenario 2. I’m enjoying a nice hot shower, when, to my dismay I realize I’ve left my razor in the cabinet. Well, might as well put use to my long appendages and reach out into the nearby cabinet. I’m fishing around, just feeling it out, when kerplunk.
I’ve knocked my favorite body spray into the open, unflushed toilet.

Why all this shnasty-happenings narrative?

I think it’s funny.
Yes at first it’s annoying, and can really put a person on edge. And after getting over myself,  sometimes I have a rare moment of absolute clarity. And those poop knives in my life bring me back to the hilarity of it all.
Life is so increadibly out of our control it’s almost hilarious.

Soooo, what your poop knife?

Only a few hours after writing this I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet. :}