I can’t imagine that these verses from the book of Luke, Luke 22:10-12 to be exact, have ever been the sole text for any sermon or study. Why would they? Jesus and his disciples are getting ready to enter Jerusalem and the disciples asked Jesus where they were going to celebrate the Passover meal. The verses in Luke read:
“He replied, ‘As you enter the city a man carrying a jar of water will meet you. Follow him to the house he enters and say to the owner of this house, The teacher asks: Where is the guest room where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?’ He will show you a large room upstairs, all furnished. Make preparations there.”
The man carrying the jar of water certainly didn’t have the most glamorous or important job. In all likelihood, he was a simple servant. But at that moment he was called to carry a jar of water which led the disciples to the house, which was where Jesus ate the Last Supper, which was a time where Jesus taught us all so much, and is key to what we, who are Christians, believe.
I wrote off to the side in my Bible, “That man had no idea what he was doing but he was faithful and did what God called him to do. He probably had no understanding of why. That’s the way I feel about Alissa’s paralysis but we have to keep being faithful.”
I often times talk about the layers of yuck from our wreck. To give you an example, just last month I was diagnosed with a new medical issue, which in all likelihood, stems from the high impact crash and will probably necessitate another surgery for me sometime down the road. I often wonder when the ramifications of the wreck end here on earth.
And the cold hard truth is this: I don’t think they end here on earth. I think I’ll have to wait for Heaven for that one.
I’ll be the first to admit, my days are busy, busy, but I am often bored. There is something to be said for being able to contribute to society in the workplace. I want to do more than laundry. I want to do more than make sure my guys have a good meal on the table. I want to contribute financially to our family. I want to use the talents and abilities the Lord gave me.
But right now? Well, right now, I am called to metaphorically carry the “jar of water.” It’s not glamorous. It’s not exactly using my college degree or my life experience skills, but for now, like it or not, it’s where I am.
It’s literally the water jar and me. And I have to have faith that in this basically boring, seemingly low-impact season in my life, that carrying the water jar is eventually going to lead to big things for the Kingdom of Heaven.
Whether it feels important today or not.
Until next Wednesday, Lord willing.
Editor’s note: In super crazy news, after Amy J. wrote this blog she received a call from the principal at the elementary school where she formerly taught. She will be headed back to third grade where she once was, to teach and serve and help cover a medical leave for a few months. She will still be ‘carrying the water’ but admits she looks forward to being back in the classroom, and is thankful to look forward to a little more variety in her days . . . which will then help her appreciate it when there’s not as much variety.