I try hard to not be the type of guy who takes everything in life and credits it to God or blames it on Satan..or vice versa. That was the church atmosphere I was raised in from the day I traded in the amniotic fluid for O2 and strongly believe that some good and bad things in life...just happen.
On the same note, I'm also not the type of guy who finds a Jesus story in everything that happens. I don't think that every hitchhiker or homeless person I see is an angel I'm unawaredly entertaining. I didn't think "that's how sin is" when Tobey Maquire was trying to peel off the black spider-man suit.
But....(Isn't there always a but?)
Due to the crazy few weeks that just went by (moving, sick kids, etc), we finally put up our tree and decorations last night...the 21st! We usually have a real tree and spend hours upon hours picking it out, cutting it down, setting it up and finally decorating it but this year, since we will only enjoy it for a week or so, we went with a $38, artificial Wally World special.
After assembling the tree, I was in my recliner catching up on some reading for school while, 6 ft away, my wife took decorations out of a plastic bin, one-by-one, fixed the hooks and passed them on for one of our offspring to place on the tree. I continually noticed how my eyes would subconsciously turn, how my head would fall back onto the headrest part of my chair and how I would become completely and hopelessly lost in watching my children enjoy this activity so much.
And that's where my big "but" came in. I had a rare moment. A "WWJD" moment, if you will. A "all-things-are-Jesus" moment. I thought to myself:
Do I get God's undivided attention with how much I enjoy doing what He's called me to do? And I don't mean the goo-goo-ga-ga-how-sweet-is-that attention. I mean, in a sense: Do I turn God's head?
That is all.