I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I absolutely love folding my family’s laundry. I know, right? Go ahead and start polishing that statue of me. Make sure to get my halo just right. My children will rise up and call me blessed.
Let me set the scene for you. It’s 3 o’clock. I’ve done all the fun things with the kids all day. School work is finished. I’ve just tucked them all in for an hour (or two) of video games. I grab my overflowing pile of laundry and announce, “Mommy’s going to fold laundry in my room.” The children generously praise me for being so hardworking and loving them so much. I plop down on the bed, turn Netflix on, fold a sock. The End.
Sitting with my laundry while I binge on TV makes me feel semi-productive. Sure I’ve watched 6 episodes of Fixer Upper, but I also folded this sock and I’m clearly still working because I’m. sitting. next. to. a. pile. of. laundry.
I find myself telling similar lies in my faith life.
“I’m doing so many things for you, God. Aren’t you impressed with all the church I’m attending? With my kids!? I’ve got those rugrats there every week. Every week, I tell you! I smile at people. Even when I don’t feel happy, I still smile. Isn’t that self-sacrificing, God? I volunteered at the place, before, remember? Such good times! I’m doing alright.”
But I’m fairly sure real faith looks a little different. It looks a lot more like a heavily pregnant woman riding a donkey across the desert because she said yes to bearing the savior of the world. It looks a lot more like Moses going before a king and asking the impossible because a burning bush said, “I AM.” It looks a lot more like pouring out expensive oil and tears at the feet of Jesus.
It looks HARD.
But here’s the catch of lying to yourself. Sitting next to the laundry isn’t enough to get it folded.
Sitting next to real faith isn’t enough to get things done either. If we aren’t doing hard things, we aren’t doing it right. Real love requires sacrifice. And sacrifice hurts. There’s no formula because God calls us to different hard things. Forgiving wrongs. Loving the unlovable. Serving the poor. Caring for the forgotten and neglected. Love is action.
Sitting in close proximity to real faith isn’t enough. We have to dig in, and do the work.


