A Working Pen

As a homeschooling mother, you wouldn’t think it would be so difficult to find a working pen in my home.  I have plenty of red pens - but those are really only useful for grading.   Finding a working black pen to sign a check, fill out a form, or just address an envelope - can be next to impossible.  I have a cup full of what look like very promising pens - but they are deceiving.  It drives my dear husband crazy.  


How, I wonder, have I come to accumulate so many pens that don’t work?  Even more, why do I still have them all?  Finally, why don’t I fix the problem?  It’s not that hard.  I need to throw out the old pens, and get some that actually do work!!  


I recently did just that.  I have no idea why it took me so long to do the obvious.  Now, I am flush in working black pens and loving it!  I just need to keep track of them…


I have so many repeat struggles in my life.   I see them, I know they are there, and yet I don’t take the necessary steps to really fix the problem.  What’s worse, I find myself falling back into old habits instead of moving to a better me.  I keep going back to that pen that doesn’t work.  I know what needs to be done, I just don’t do it.


The world tries to sell you all kinds of pens that don’t work.  Self help books that fall far short.  Fad diets that promise you will be happier if you only lose the weight.  People who tell you that you need to focus on yourself and go out and “live a little.”  The idea that a bigger house, better car, or more vacations are worth all the time spent away from your family.  No, none of these pens work.  


I heard someone quip this week on radio that never before in the history of mankind have we had so many things to make our lives comfortable.  And yet, never before have so many people been so unhappy.  


Christ is the new pen I need.  He is right there waiting for me to pick him up.  There is no need to hesitate, so why do I?  The cost.  The cost of this pen is giving my life completely to God.  I can hold nothing back.  This can be a scary thing, and it requires change and work on my part.  It means my life cannot be consumed by the pleasures of this world.  I must turn my mind to the those things that will not fade and constantly strive to put others needs before my own.  


If having some working pens in my home is a relief, how much more is having Christ?  He is with me to share my joys, my sorrows, and my sufferings.   


As we celebrate this Easter season, I pray for myself and all the world, that we are willing to pay the price to have Christ in our life.  I pray that we are willing to give everything, every bit of ourselves to him.  He was willing to pay the price for us.  What he is asking of me is nowhere near that painful, and I gain everything in return.  JMJ


“He who loves his life in the world will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” John 12:25