The brilliant idea works better than I expected. I start out tentatively,
Well, thanks - I sure can
use some help. How about if you supervise
this project? You can be my supervisor…
His eyes grow big and his entire face lights up at the sound
of the word. The silly title appears to have a magical power over him.
Suddenly, he is important.
Suddenly, he is significant.
He has discovered his mission in life!
You can sit here, I
swing a barstool around the counter, and
watch me do all the work. When I mess up, you just point it out. That, in
essence, is what supervisors do – sit around doing nothing but watching other people do all the work and then pointing out their mistakes. Would you like to be my supervisor?
He walks to the barstool as if in trance, I don’t think he really
hears me. He is on Cloud Nine of his
new-found purpose and I know I won’t have to worry about him for a while as
long as he remains seated.
...
I read somewhere that the Greek word for baptism is related to the process of dyeing a garment. The process where the garment is changed,
truly transformed, from one into
another by frequent dipping into the new color. It’s a painstaking process that
requires tenacity and patience.
Painting the kitchen cabinets makes me appreciate the process.
I realize that there is more to baptism than
being dunked once and you are done. Voila! Instant Christlikeness!
I am ‘baptizing’ my kitchen one brushstroke at a time. Each
brushstroke reminds me that the transformation is slow, painstaking process. One steady brushstroke after brushstroke after brushstroke at a time. I have to
keep them light and feathery, careful not to slather too much too soon, or I
make even bigger mess.
This project is bigger than it can be accomplished in a
day. I have to wait between layers, learn to live
with a mess, live with incompleteness, learn to rest even in the midst of all
the chaos.
For somebody who likes
closure and order, that is very very hard.
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