So the Jewish leaders began harassing Jesus for breaking the Sabbath rules. But Jesus replied,“My Father is always working, and so am I.” So the Jewish leaders tried all the harder to find a way to kill him. For he not only broke the Sabbath, he called God his Father, thereby making himself equal with God. (John 5:16-18)
Relate: Out of the mouths of children… I was asked once, “Why do we have church on Sunday instead of Saturday?” I started to answer when I was interrupted, “No. God rests on the seventh day and He doesn’t like it when we all sing at Him while He is trying to sleep.” Even as I struggled not to laugh I started explaining how God never sleeps. The response I got, “I know, duh. It was a joke.”
React: I can smile and laugh and know in my head that God doesn’t sleep but something inside me often still doesn’t get it. Part of me wants to get His attention. If I pray longer, maybe He will notice me and meet my need. If I sing louder, or raise my hands, or dance more expressively while I sing maybe He will look my way. If I sin less maybe He won’t ignore me. If I give more… If I read my Bible more… If I… If I… I know that there is nothing I can do to earn His grace. His mercy is a gift not a reward for my merits. I don’t have any. I know this. But still, there is a need inside to work for my blessings. The work is already done. There is somebody else on the job and He is far better at it than I can be. The Father is working on my behalf.
Jesus is working on my behalf. I don’t always see the what and the where and the how of His work. I don’t know exactly what He is doing in my life, but I trust Him. He knows what He is doing. It reminds me a bit of Iron Man 3. At one point Tony Stark realizes that he needs to get into action but his suit isn’t ready. The boy he met earlier asks him, “You said you’re a mechanic, right?” Tony answers, “yes.” The boy responds, “Then build something.” Tony goes into a Home Depot like store, buys a bunch of random things, and gets to work. God is taking the things in my life and putting them together in better ways than Stark ever could imagine. He’s still on the job and there is no greater mechanic.
God, I give myself into Your hands. I am tired of doing my own work. I am tired of thinking that If I try hard enough, if I go far enough, it will be enough. Never, through my own strength, will I ever be completely successful. Please step in and take over. Let me rest in the confidence that You are on the job. You are the great mechanic and in my life, You work.