No Time to Multi-Task

My husband thinks he can multi-task. His attempts at doing so usually result in my repeating myself.

So, I wasn't able to get to the bank today because the dentist had a cancellation and wanted to change my appointment to 2:00. I wasn't scheduled until 4:30, but that means I wouldn't be home until after 5; why not take advantage of the earlier appointment? They didn't call until 1, though, and it was all I could do to get there by 2. Of course, by the time I got out the bank was closed.

Scott, looking up from his phone: So, were you able to make it to the bank?

*sigh*

My female brain, on the other hand, allows me to be pretty good at it. I can prepare dinner, keep track of weekend plans, manage the grocery list, and remember to give Mom her vitamins. But, even with a relatively sharp multi-tasking machine atop my shoulders, I have my limitations. What occurred to me the other day was, God does not.

Take for instance, Christ's resurrection. What was going on at the exact moment Jesus emerged from the tomb? Was a ewe giving birth on a hillside? Was a child's fever breaking for the first time in days? Were the crumpled new wings of a butterfly finally bursting forth from its hours-long struggle? Was a bud exchanging its life for a bloom? Was a mother listening to her baby's heart beat for the very last time?

Matthew 27:45-53 recalls the remarkable events that occurred at Jesus' death: darkness, an earthquake, the rending of the temple curtain, and the dead raised to life, walking about. Verse 54 records, at the very least, an anticipated response: "So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, 'Truly this was the Son of God!'” But at His resurrection --exact moment undisclosed!-- we're told of guards at work, women eager to finish preserving their Teacher's body, the disciples probably sitting Shiva with Mary and most likely afraid they would be next. All things in this world, as we know them to be, continuing normally. And God not even breaking a sweat. Life was now coursing through the physical body of Jesus Christ, His limbs plumping up as blood began to flow, His brain igniting nerves and nerves awakening muscles. Breath filled His lungs. Wounds were healed. And God didn't ask one creature to repeat themselves. The planets didn't pause. There was no hiccup in the circle of life. God didn't turn the radio down or tell everyone in the backseat to quiet down so He could think for a minute. God sustained all of creation at the very same instant He raised to life His only begotten Son. At the very moment He was reversing Christ's human mortality, God was also speaking to the wind and the waves, preparing the sun for a new day, and calling the stars back home. 

How important it is to focus on who God is and who we are not. As sophisticated as our brains are, as many talents as we have been given, when it comes to giving our attention to God, we need to put all of our multi-tasking to the side. We need to take that time each day to read in His words who He is, to think about what we've learned and ask Him what it is we're suppose to learn anew, and be still so we hear Him when He speaks. All this He has done, so much more He longs to give us, but our minds and hearts need to be centered on Him alone in a time that belongs to Him alone.