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Marys and Marthas


I have always struggled with the story in the Bible where Martha, the sister of Lazarus, is basically slaving over a hot stove in the kitchen while her sister Mary sits and listens to Jesus. For some unknown reason (to me--I would have just grabbed my sister by the arm and taken care of business), Martha goes to Jesus and asks Him to make Mary help.


Jesus told her, " Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed--or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." Luke 10:38-42 ESV


Note the chapter ended there. Later, Martha would be the one to tell Jesus that she had every faith that He could raise her brother from the dead. She had faith. She just knew there was work to be done.


I've always struggled with the above story because I'm a Martha. Note the chapter ended there. I wonder what Martha did after Jesus said that. Me, I'd be tempted to go in the kitchen, slam some pots and pans, grab a sandwich for myself and go for a walk.


Jesus could feed himself--and the five thousand--if that's the way He was going to be about it.


I wonder...


So, leaving theology aside for a bit, here is a poem I wrote about this struggle...


For the Martha and Mary


Lord,

It is morning outside.

I am alone, no one else in my household up at this time,

But You and me and the songbirds.

The sunrise glare so unreal that I wonder if I imagine the peach,

And purple, until a snowy white egret flashes across the sky,

Bringing reality to your beautiful creation.


Lord,

It is day.

Work and running from place to place and survival,

Take all my time and I forget about You.

Always a Martha, rarely a Mary,

Putting second and things first,

But a woman has to eat.



Lord,

It is night outside.

The earth has drifted away,

From the sun and darkness has plummeted, eclipsing the hurry.

Watch over me, us,

Lest we, too, turn away from your glory.

For you are the Light, an unending spark,

Strengthening our soul and reminding us of the first.

The lighthouse guides us along your paths,

Grant us a forever with you,

Sitting on the floor,

reflecting your Glory,

Fed by your Word.


Christina Sinisi 5/27/2023

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Dianne Miley
Dianne Miley
19 июн. 2023 г.

I’m a Martha too. Trying to reform! I have many more Mary days in this stage of my life. And I’m so glad!

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Debra Pruss
Debra Pruss
18 июн. 2023 г.

Amen. Thank you for sharing the beautiful poem. I used to be a Martha. I would take care of everyone and everything. I would try to get everything on my desk finished before the end of the day. The Lord grabbed my attention when I became disabled. I found out that my employer, turned their backs on me including those who I worked with for 18 years. He had my attention as I was home full time needed to rely on others for groceries and rides to doctor's appointments and therapy. I have found that the Lord will make a way. When you trust and rely on Him, He is the one that opens doors and windows in …

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ChristinaSinisi-Author
ChristinaSinisi-Author
19 июн. 2023 г.
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Thank you so much for sharing your story. Bless you and I am so sorry that happened.

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Гость
18 июн. 2023 г.

Beautiful thoughts Christina .

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Гость
18 июн. 2023 г.

I suppose Martha was the perfectionist Type A older sister. Like me. It's been taking me a lifetime to learn to relax and enjoy just spending time with others without feeling wretched if I haven't cleaned the house or prepared food. I continue to learn from my younger sister who doesn't stress out over those things and makes time to be fully present for her guests. How sweet of Jesus to let us know he values time spent together more than a fancy meal.

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CRYSTAL
CRYSTAL
18 июн. 2023 г.

I understand why you feel that way, however I also understand listening to Jesus is more important.

Happy Father's Day

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