
This was one of my favorite books when I was a kid. Its the story of a two kids and their boring Grandpa. Grandpa never says anything other than "could be worse." But one day Grandpa says something else, he says "guess what?" Then he proceeds to tell a harrowing tale of being captured by a giant bird, dropped in the mountains, being caught in the claw of a gigantic lobster, and finally riding to safety on a giant paper airplane. After hearing the story, the kids cheeky response to their grandpa is: "Could be worse."
This book has become a favorite of my three nephews as well. They especially love to hear their own grandpa read it to them.
I'm not really sure I "got" the importance of the book's message when I was a kid. Lately, it seems I have to remind myself every day, no hourly, how much in my life actually "could be worse."
Take this morning for instance. Before I left for work I had tried on three different outfits. I looked in the mirror after trying on each one and decided I didn't like the way that one made me look. I finally settled on one that I deemed to be adequate for the day ahead. I was complaining this morning about a leak in my basement toilet. I have an ice cream bucket sitting behind it that I have to remember to dump out every so often so there isn't water all over my floor. (Yes, I'm choosing to ignore the irony of the empty ice cream bucket being indicative of why I don't like the way my clothes look on me.) Then, I complained all the way to work about the pot holes in the street. This was all before 9 a.m.
Then I saw this picture ...
(This picture comes from The Big Picture, a great site to see news stories in pictures.)
... and all I can do is confess my sins. I know there are people in this world who have lost everything. I know that one bottle of Gatorade could make the difference in someone's life. I know that roads are broken, buildings have fallen, people have died and are dying. I know that for thousands of people it could not be worse. So, why do I continue to complain about clothing and pot holes?
Going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless
performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was
shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment
escape God's notice. Psalm 51:16-17 (MSG)
My pride has been swallowed. I have been forgiven. Could be worse.
There is so much more to be said and learned than "could be worse." So as I continue to examine this life of mine that daily falters on the selfish side, today my prayer is that God could find some way (big or small) to use my life to make someone's life "less worse."
Pastor Sara
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