Quantum Physics vs. Doing the Dishes

I often find the ironies that are "me" to be quite humorous - although always in retrospect to discovering them. That's because to discover ironies about yourself you usually have to have a bit of truth served to you on a silver platter, and that is never fun in the moment. I liken it to someone at the office pointing out that your fly has been down half the day while everyone laughs at you. A few weeks later it is funny, but at the moment you want to stick your head in a microwave.

Such was the case a few days after my last post when I was listening to Chuck Swindoll on my morning commute. His whole schpleel was on humility and servant hood and the simple messages Christ had for the people he taught. You know the deal, some of the disciples rolled up on Jesus and wanted to know how to be "great" and get their own glory. Sounds like some crap I would pull. Of course Jesus being Jesus never gives them the answer they want to hear, but instead tells them that whoever wants to be the greatest must become "slave of all" and that he himself "did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life a ransom for many."

I applied this logic to my own state of spiritual development and the results were not too pretty. The reason is because while I'm off on a cliff somewhere trying to cognitively decipher the mysteries of God and the universe, the simple truths of God are piling up in the sink or in the trash can for my roommates to clean up. It seems that in trying to decipher God from these high points of knowledge I'm actually working in reverse, especially when you consider the following passage:

"Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient to death - even death on a cross!" - Philippians 2:5-8

This often brings to my mind a cartoonish scene of all the greatest scientific and philosophical minds in the world being at a convention. Some have grossly oversized foreheads, others have wild Einstein like hair, and the discussions range from quantum physics and multiple universe theory, to Freudian psychology and Nietzsche-like philosophy. And the entire time, while the greatest minds ponder questions of origins, God's existence, and the future of mankind, God himself has been amongst them bussing tables, giving shoe shines, and cleaning up the bathroom.

It was with this simple truth that ol' Chuck leveled me good. It is only now, as with my "fly down" example, that the sting is wearing off enough to finally giggle about it. But enough of my rambling; I've got dishes to do.