Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”
If there is a lesson here for me it is to turn to the Lord.
I’ve always been a little mystified by this story. I mean if no one is doing the dishes things are going
to pile up pretty quickly. Maybe Martha is just bitter and doesn’t see or remember all the times that
Mary helped with the work. Or, maybe Mary really is kind of lazy and wants all of the Lord’s
attention. Maybe everything balances out in the end and truth can be a little tricky sometimes.
I’ve been thinking a lot about sisters lately since my own sister is facing another seemingly
insurmountable battle with cancer.
We all play certain roles within our families. Sometimes it can be difficult to break free from those
roles and their expectations...especially if we are comfortable in them or have learned to use them to
But roles shift as we go through the tides of life. Family dynamics change. Obstacles are faced.
There are sorrows and joys and sometimes you find a strength that you didn’t know you had.
Or, the Lord awakens a strength that has been lying dormant.
You learn how to do housework or you learn how to sit quietly and listen to Jesus.
You learn how to drive your sister to a hospital that you’ve never been to or you find a way to open
conversation that is heartrending and impossible.
Maybe the story of Mary and Martha is not so much about what their hands are doing and more about
what their hearts are full of.
If washing the dishes is your thing then wash the dishes as an act of service for the Lord.
Find joy in the fact that when Mary is done worshipping
there will be a clean home and good food to share with them.
Perhaps if Martha had let go of the bitter clamoring in her heart she could have listened to what Jesus
was teaching while she did the housework.
I don’t really think I have the full grasp of what this story is saying.
But I do know that I would gladly lay my sister at the feet of Jesus and wash every single dish,
brush away every cobweb, sweep out every speck of dirt.
...even lay myself at His feet because I know that there is really nothing else I can do.