My friend, may I ask you a question? When we ignore the little things, “actions of the common day,” do we doom ourselves to lives of mediocrity at best and wasted lives at worst? Does character count because character, being able to learn from the small and ordinary events of life, makes us aware of the "big" things when they actually happen to us?
Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I'm Mark Brunner.
"It's the little things that count!" Growing up this phrase had special meaning in my life. No, not because I enjoyed hearing it or, for that matter, even putting it to good use in my life. Rather, it was one of what I called the "BR" phrases. You know, the "broken record" phrases that parents employ just to make sure they can still get a rise out of you. This phrase, along with others like, "If you keep doing that your face will freeze that way!" or "I'm sick and tired of this mess!" – were "BR" phrases. I heard them so often I knew they were coming even before one of my parents opened their mouths. "BR number 3! Here it comes!" Little did I know that instead of trying to break me down with these words, my parents sole aim was to build me up. That, of course, was not realized until I started using "BR's" myself on my own children many years later.
Here’s a story: Oscar Wilde was a very gifted writer and speaker. God had given him many special talents; most of which he squandered long before realizing what he was wasting. Ignoring the "BR's" altogether, he committed his life to goals of wanton pleasure and whim. He later wrote: "The gods had given me almost everything. But I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in search for new sensation. I thrived on things that contradicted goodness, I mistook corruption for passion. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure where it pleased me, and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that what one has done in the secret, one has some day to cry aloud from the house-top. I ceased to be lord over myself. I was no longer the captain of my soul, and did not know it. I allowed pleasure to dominate me. I ended in horrible disgrace." (Oscar Wilde--Letters to the Galatians and Ephesians)
When we ignore the little things, "actions of the common day," we doom ourselves to lives of mediocrity at best and wasted lives at worst. Character counts because character, being able to learn from the small and ordinary events of life, makes us aware of the "big" things when they actually happen to us. When we ignore the little things, when we let the little deceptions and half truths dominate our lives, we dig a hole with our actions, scoop by terrible scoop, until the day comes when we've dug it deep enough to no longer escape it. When deceive ourselves and others like this, the Bible tells us that we may "bring down a curse" (Gen. 27:12) upon our heads. Thank God for the catalog of "broken record" phrases I inherited from my parents. Although I didn't know it at the time, it is one of the greatest gifts they could have given me.
We pray. Dear Lord. You have given us one of the greatest gifts of all—time. Yet, we often take this greatest gift and choose to waste it, squander it in mindless and senseless pleasures. Forgive us Lord when we bury ourselves so deeply in the pleasures of life, we forget the purposes You have given us, from before time, to glorify You and praise Your name before all men. Our waste of this precious gift not only reflects poorly on us, but also reflects poorly on You, our creator who has gifted us with this most wonderful and useful gift–time. In Jesus name. Amen!
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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