I love coming home after work. After spending a day in the office, it’s nice to come home to a happy family. Parker is usually “hiding” behind the curtains. Kent is busy stuffing his face with food and Bethany’s on the phone with one of several possible family members.
That didn’t happen the other day.
As I walked in, Bethany gave me the “thank goodness your home because the boys are driving me crazy” look. Parker was pouting and Kent was engrossed in his dinner (I guess some things don’t change).
Parker’s pouting, however, soon turned to declaring his dislike for me. I don’t know what got in to him, but I was his least favorite person that day. The usual, “Daddy’s home!” had become, “I no like you!” and “I no lub you!”
I didn’t let it get to me.
Then we went outside and Parker ran over to the swing set (still proclaiming his feelings for me) and tried to get on the swing. Thirty seconds later he began saying, “Help me, somebody help me up!” Since Bethany had already gone inside I said to Parker. “I’d like to help you, but you told me you don’t love me and I don’t think you want me around you.”
Realizing there was no way out, Parker turned to me and a sudden glow began to shine around him. In the most angelic voice he could muster he informed me, “Daddy, I lub you widdle bit!” (that’s “I love you a little bit” for the non-three year old speakers out there).
How often do we tell God we don’t love Him with our actions, the things we say and thoughts we think, and then turn around and say “I lub you a wittle bit” when it’s convenient for us. The problem is that too many people expect God’s love for us to be unconditional (which it is) but then don’t return that love back to Him.
They offer love that is conditional. They love Him when it benefits them. They love Him by doing Him a favor and showing up for a church service. They love Him to the extent that it fits their agenda. They love Him and lean on His grace and mercy to justify their selfish actions.
Jesus said that the greatest love is when someone lays down their life for a friend. When will we love God by laying down our lives for our Lord and then not demand them back?
Do we love God a “widdle bit” or with everything?