Category: Christian Allegory

Licking Floor Vents

Posted on by S. J. Little

 

I set my baby on the kitchen floor and opened the fridge to get the leftover containers out for lunch.

“He’s getting so good at belly crawling,” I commented to my 2-year-old. “Pretty soon he’ll be up on his hands and knees doing proper crawling.”

I fetched a serving spoon and began putting food on our plates.

I turned to my 2-year-old. “Do you want your food warm or cold?”

She glanced at the table from where she was on the floor, busy building with magnetic blocks. “Cold.”

I glanced at my baby who had lost interest in the blue car he had been playing with and was now making his way across the kitchen floor.

I put my plate of food in the microwave and turned it on.

I filled our water glasses, then looked over at my baby again. He was studying the wall. Perhaps he liked the texture of the paint?

Hearing the microwave beep, I turned to retrieve my food.

When I glanced back at him, he was just reaching the furnace vent in the floor.

“Careful,” I warned him, “that could have sharp parts.”

Of course, he didn’t understand me. He continued touching the vent.

I set my hot food on the table and headed in his direction.

Then, to my disgust, I saw him put his head down on the floor vent and lick the metal grate.

“No, no,” I said, scooping him up. “We don’t lick floor vents.”

As I carried him towards the table, I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye.

My 2-year-old had left her blocks and was crawling. She was making a beeline for the very vent I’d just pulled my baby away from.

With a giggle, she licked the floor vent.

This incident is one of the more memorable times my 2-year-old copied my baby. She’d never thought to lick a floor vent before, but here she was doing it because her baby brother decided to give it a try.

There have been many other times my 2-year-old has desired to mimic our baby. She has wanted to be carried more. She has reverted to requesting to be spoon-fed. If I give my baby a biting toy, she wants one too.

In truth, such desires to be more “baby-like” are common in toddlers who have a new baby in the house. Indeed, even in the area of potty training, many fully trained toddlers have gone back to diapers when the new baby arrives.

Why share this story? Because I am similar to my daughter. Whether I realize it or not, I mimic those around me.

This is not necessarily a bad thing, unless I mimic those who set foolish or harmful examples.

In my walk with God, I am to be growing towards maturity (Heb. 5:11-14, James 1:4).

Likewise, my toddler is supposed to be growing in ability and intelligence.

When she mimics her baby brother, she is going backwards in her development. She is becoming more baby-like.

So who am I mimicking?

Are they influencing me towards maturity in Jesus, or away from it?

It’s worth taking time to consider the influence of my family, friends, and church leaders.

I like how it is put in Hebrews 13:7 – “Remember your leaders who have spoken God’s word to you. As you carefully observe the outcome of their lives, imitate their faith.” (CSB)

On top of that, which authors/influencers/musicians am I listening to? What influence do they have on me?

If, when I look around, it seems no one is influencing me towards a deeper relationship with Jesus, it may be time to make some changes.

One of those changes could simply be reading a biography of a Christian who had a deep personal relationship with Jesus.

My favourites include:

  • Through Gates of Splendor by Elisabeth Elliot
  • Hudson Taylor’s Spiritual Secret by  Dr. Howard Taylor
  • Seeking Allah Finding Jesus by Nabeel Qureshi

I was recently reminded of the encouragement podcasts can give when I listened to “Women Worth Knowing” by Cheryl Broderson and Robin Jones Gunn, “Enduring Words” by David Guzik, and “Laugh Again” by Phil Callaway.

Ultimately it is Jesus whose example I am to follow.

All these other examples ought to point me towards Him. As Paul put it: “Imitate me, as I also imitate Christ.” (1 Corinthians 11:1 CSB)

Being intentional to keep times of prayer and Bible reading in my daily life is critical for this.

As I go forward, may I be aware of how I am being influenced. May I be intentional to seek out those who would influence me towards Jesus. May I grow towards maturity in my walk with Jesus.

Not The Garbage!

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I placed the loaf of bread in the fridge and returned to the table to clear the rest of the breakfast items. Happy chatter reached my ears from where my older child played in the other room.

I glanced at my baby as he crawled around the kitchen floor exploring the toys left out for that very purpose.

Opening the dishwasher, I quickly put the dishes and cutlery in.

My baby made a beeline for the dishwasher.

“You’re getting faster,” I said, “but I’m all done with the dishwasher already.”

He fussed when I closed it before he could climb in.

Crouching beside him, I drove a car back and forth. “Vroom… Vroom…”

It only took a moment before he was reaching for the car.

“Yes, you can have the car. I need to finish clearing the table.” Fetching the dishcloth, I returned to the table and began wiping it.

I heard a thump.

Looking over, I observed my baby standing against the under-the-sink cupboard, pulling at its handle.

Pulling the door open, he peeked inside. Intrigued, he pulled it open further then dropped to his hands and knees to investigate.

I stepped around the table to wipe the far side.

He reached for the dustpan and broom I kept in the cupboard.

I spoke lightly, “You can look at that, just don’t suck on it please.”

His interest didn’t last long. Setting the dustpan aside, he looked up at the garbage can. He reached for the fresh bag my husband had put in the can.

“No, that’s not for you,” I spoke from the opposite side of the table.

My baby couldn’t quite reach the bag from where he sat. He shifted closer and reached again.

Disregarding the dishcloth, I hurried to his side.

“No,” I stated firmly, pulling his hand away from the garbage.

He looked at me, then reached for the bag again.

“No,” I said again.

He reached for it another time.

“No. That’s the garbage. That’s not for you. Here, you can hold the dustpan.” I tapped the dustpan loudly.

Yet again he reached for the garbage.

This time, I pulled him away from the garbage and closed the cupboard. “No. The garbage is not for you. Find something else to play with.”

He fussed.

I rolled a ball towards him, but he barely noticed. He was too busy heading back for the cupboard and pulling himself up against it.

I held the cupboard shut as he tugged on the handles.

His fussing turned to crying.

I scooped him up.

“Silly boy. Garbage is not good for you. Come, let’s find something better for you.” I carried him to the living room in search of a more engaging toy.

It was only later, after more run-ins of a similar nature, that I noticed the allegory hidden in these moments.

I love my son. I want what is best for him. When he wants to play with garbage, I say “no.”

The same is true of God. Our Heavenly Father is a loving God. He loves us so much that when we want to play with garbage, He says “no.”

As the parent of a very busy baby, I am considering putting locks on that cupboard to prevent him from opening it.

God, however, gives us the freedom to choose to comply with His “no.”

In my day-to-day life, what does this mean?

First off, in His Word, God has given me many laws and guidelines to live by. I’m sure you can name several of them.

“Do not murder.

Do not commit adultery.

Do not steal.” (Deuteronomy 5:17-19 CSB)

I could go on.

Why does God give me these laws? Because He knows they will keep me away from garbage.

Garbage is not good for me.

Beyond that, God sometimes replies to my prayer requests regarding specific situations or desires with “no.”

So often it is hard to understand why He says no when it is something I long for.

In the story I shared, my baby had absolutely no comprehension that the garbage can was not good for him. He got frustrated when I pulled him away from it. He cried.

Sometimes I must simply trust that God sees the bigger picture. He knows what the future holds. He knows what is best.

Yet it can be so hard to trust when the “no” makes no sense to me. I may feel frustrated, disappointed, and discouraged. I may cry. I need to take these feelings straight to God as the Psalmists so often did.

As I take these emotions to God, He will help me trust Him when He says:

“‘For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

and your ways are not My ways.’

This is the Lord’s declaration.

‘For as heaven is higher than earth,

so My ways are higher than your ways,

and My thoughts than your thoughts.'” (Isaiah 55:8-9 CSB)

Today, may I abide by the rules and guidelines God has laid out in His Word. Beyond that, when God says, “no,” may I trust that He knows what is best, even when I don’t understand.

Receipt Pile

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I took a deep breath. I had a few minutes to myself while my husband took our kids on a walk.

It was time to tackle one of those old boxes taking up space. They had been sitting there far too long.

I squared my shoulders. I didn’t feel like doing it, but this was my opportunity.

Lifting the lid off a box, I peered inside. A heaping pile of receipts caught my eye.

I lifted a lengthy receipt from a grocery store, not worth keeping for more than a month or two (in case of recalls). I searched for the date. It was from two years ago. Certainly not needed now.

Setting the receipt on the floor beside me, I started a “To Be Recycled” pile.

I glanced at the next receipt. It was from a similar time period. Into the recycling pile it went.

Pausing, I studied the receipt pile. I could probably toss them all without a second glance.

“But there might be something valuable mixed in.”

With the thought that maybe there was a receipt from some big item with a warranty still valid, I began shifting through the receipts one by one.

As the pile on the floor grew, I found myself becoming reflective.

What an incredible amount of stuff we bought in the past couple of years! Groceries, household items, kids clothes…

The majority of the receipts were from the grocery store – the food we bought long since consumed.

I lifted a receipt to see which store it was from – Staples. I glanced at the item purchased. Immediately I recalled buying that computer mouse.

A pink paper caught my eye. It was the alterations receipt from my bridesmaid dress for my sister’s wedding.

At the bottom of the pile was a separate box of receipts from my own wedding: ribbon, flowers, thank you cards, and my husband’s wedding band.

So many memories.

Many of the items I was thankful to have decided to buy. Other items were long since forgotten.

I found myself wondering, “What about in my life?”

If I saw all the receipts of how I spent my time and energy this past year, would I be pleased with what I saw?

Would God be pleased?

Before I go further, it is at this point that, as someone who has dealt with chronic fatigue, I often must stop to remind myself of 2 Corinthians 8:11-13.

“For if the eagerness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what a person has, not according to what he does not have.” (CSB)

I am only responsible for how I use what I do have, whether that be the energy, time, or resources God has given me, not for what I don’t have.

If today all I can do is rest in bed, God understands.

That aside, how did I use my life this past year? If I had a receipt for every action and thought, what would each say?

Was I pursuing Jesus and active in the work He has given me to do (whether parenting, or doing my best at my job, or whatever that may be).

Did I waste my time, energy and resources on meaningless things that have now been long since forgotten?

Ultimately it is my heart He is after.

My thoughts and actions are merely an outpouring of where my heart is at.

Do I love God? Am I trusting Him? Am I praising Him? Am I resting in the fact that He is in control? Am I thanking Him?

Where my heart is at will be evident in the receipts of my life.

One day, I will need to give an account to God for each of those thoughts and actions. (Romans 14:12)

As I look forward to the new year, may my heart seek after God, so that, with His help, I may not be ashamed of the receipts. May the receipts of my life in this coming year be pleasing in God’s sight.

Unexpected Influences

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“Ready, Mommy?” My toddler called from her car seat.

I twisted in the passenger seat to see her. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for me to put my sunglasses on?” She held her sunglasses poised above her head, ready to be put on.

Amused, I glanced at my husband who was driving. “Okay, I’m ready for you to put your sunglasses on.”

Slowly, and with great emphasis, my toddler pulled her pink sunglasses down over her eyes and settled them in place.

“I have my sunglasses!”

I smiled. “Yes. You put them on. Very good.”

I was slightly puzzled at her wanting my attention when putting on her sunglasses, but toddlers sometimes do things that don’t make sense to me. I didn’t dwell on it.

Turning back towards the front of the vehicle, I resumed my conversation with my husband.

This event repeated itself several times over the course of a few months. I still didn’t think much of it, until my husband made an observation.

“It’s because of the babies wearing glasses videos she’s watched.” He pointed out.

I immediately saw the truth in his statement.

We don’t watch many videos or TV shows at this point, but from time to time, I will watch YouTube videos with her. Her absolute favourite, which she often requests, is “babies wearing glasses videos”.

“Babies wearing glasses videos”, as she termed them, are short videos of babies or toddlers, who have vision challenges, trying glasses on. Typically they have huge smiles as they get to see clearly for the first time. Family members cheer and exclaim adoringly as the little one takes in the world.

It was in mimicking these little ones that my toddler was insisting I watch as she dramatically put on her sunglasses.

I know that what youngsters see has a huge impact on them. Therefore, I am quite particular about what we watch. These “babies wearing sunglasses” videos seemed harmless and cute. Other than being wary that she might try putting her sunglasses on her baby brother, I hadn’t expected them to influence her much.

Yet here she was, clearly repeating what she’d observed.

What about me? Is there something seemingly benign and unimpactful that is influencing me?

Most likely yes.

Peers, TV, books, social media, church, friend circles… They all influence me whether I know it or not.

I am instructed to imitate what is good, not what is evil (3 John 1:11).

The writer of Hebrews tells me, “We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised.” (Hebrews 6:12 NIV)

Then later, in Hebrews 13:7, he says, “Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith.” (NIV)

So what about my life? Who or what has influenced me?

Are there any things or people that may be influencing me towards ungodly and unhealthy attitudes or lifestyles? How can I minimise those?

On the flip side, how can I increase the good and beneficial influences on my life?

May I be intentional about who and what I imitate with the ultimate goal of imitating Jesus.

For Granted Flush

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I reached for the doorknob, grateful to be home. It had been a pleasant outing, but there is no place like home.

Unlocking the door, I stepped inside, then wrinkled my nose. Something stunk!

My toddler followed me in and, a minute later, my husband entered carrying our baby in his bucket seat.

He sniffed and looked at me.

I shook my head. “It stinks in here.”

My husband set our baby down and moved to untie his shoes. “What’s making it smell so bad?”

I shrugged out of my light jacket. “Don’t know. Maybe we have a mold problem? Or a dead rodent?”

“Maybe we should get our furnace cleaned.”

“Yes. We might have to. This stink has been around for a while.”

As we stepped into the living room, I glanced at my husband. “Can you watch the kids while I go to the bathroom?”

Our two year old was already pulling out the paper and crayons. “Colour with me, Daddy.”

My husband began unbuckling our baby. “Yup. I’ll watch them.”

“Thanks!”

I headed for the bathroom. As I entered, I took a deep breath.

At least our bathroom didn’t stink anymore!

We had been under water restrictions for the past month during which our city urged everyone to conserve water wherever possible. This included a direct request to not flush toilets unless absolutely necessary. We were warned that non-compliance could result in a boil water advisory for everyone until they could flush the systems out in the Spring.

We certainly did not want that!

As we did our best to use less water. We quickly discovered why outhouses used to be outside the house… Without flushing every time, our bathroom quickly began to stink and that stench worked its way throughout our house.

Now that the water restrictions had been lifted, we could use water freely again.

What a wonderful thing to be able to flush! My appreciation for flush toilets reached new heights.

As I flipped on the light, I wondered, “Could the bathroom be the source of our entryway stink?”

The bathroom was on a different level of the house, and the stench in the bathroom had cleared up a few days ago. Perhaps, though, the foul air had made its way into the furnace system. The past couple of weeks had been comfortably warm so we hadn’t run our furnace. Now, as autumn drew near, the furnace had run a time or two, circulating whatever air was sitting in its ducts.

Maybe it was time to get the furnace cleaned as my husband had suggested.

Why do I share this smelly story? Because I see a valuable reminder for me in it that perhaps you will appreciate as well.

A flush toilet is one of those things that is taken for granted in my city, as is clean drinking water piped straight to every house.

I hardly think about it. I flush and move on with my day.

What else do I take for granted?

Do I take my family for granted, always assuming they will be there rather than being thankful for them?

Do I take a warm safe place to live for granted? Or the ability to read and write?

The list could go on. There is so much to be thankful for! 

Then my thoughts turn towards my relationship with Jesus? Do I take Him for granted? When was the last time I thanked God for inviting me to come before Him freely in prayer? 

Have I thanked Jesus today for enduring the cross so that I may have life? Or do I take that for granted? 

I was recently reading in the New Testament. In Romans 1:21, Paul talks about those who didn’t glorify God as God. God gave them freedom to follow their own desires and ideas though the end result was suffering.

That’s not all he said in that verse. Not only did these people not glorify God as God, they did not thank Him or show gratitude to Him.

When was the last time I stopped to thank God? Or do I forget to be grateful to Him?

Thanking God is an act of worship.

With Canadian Thanksgiving just past and American Thanksgiving coming soon, may I remember to thank God rather than take Him for granted. He is worthy of all my gratitude.

Here’s one of my favourite songs about thanking God. Do you have a favourite song for thanking God? Share it with us in the comments below.