I used to picture myself as Mary, sitting in my living room and listening to my guest's heart-aches while Martha mashed potatoes in the kitchen. I always choose Mary's stillness over Martha's work, I thought.
I was wrong.
I left home early one Sunday morning to prepare my heart for worship and preaching. I entered the empty sanctuary, sat in the quiet, and tried to focus on Christ. The minutes ticked by and I remembered I hadn't plugged in the coffeepot.
That can wait, I told myself, and I directed my thoughts back to Jesus.
Another minute passed. Then I wondered, Are the transparencies for the overhead projector ready? And what about the bannerdid anyone remember to change it? And someone really ought to plug in that coffeepot.
Reality struck. I was Marthaconcerned about many things, and not about the one thing that was truly needed.
I had written a book on spiritual disciplines and was serving as the prayer editor of my denomination's magazine, but after my Sunday morning frenzy, ...
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