So I think we’ve got this all wrong. We’re confused about what is small in this life and what really matters. Our society, our world has got it upside down. Backwards.
We say that motherhood is not a valid “career choice” and in the midst of full hands and hearts mothers everywhere are shaming themselves for not contributing more. We say teachers and artists and public servants don’t matter as much as celebrities and CEOs and professional athletes.
We’re constantly running, working to amass things that in the end won't matter while we gloss over the things that do. We’re missing it. All of the things that really make a life are passing us by.
But His is the upside down kingdom. Where the last shall be first and small is the new big. His Son modeled for us how to live a life that matters. To eat with friends and sinners and outcasts around the table. To stop for the sick, the broken, and the hurting. To make time for children, and widows and all the least of these.
So what if we lived our lives like small mattered? What is we invested intentionally in real relationships with the broken more than our personal brand? Maybe then would we live lives that were in fact widely, incredibly, big?
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