I was reading chapter three in One Thousand Gifts (again) last night where she quoted Ephesians 5:20.
And give thanks for everything to God the Father in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.”
As I was thinking about the weight of this verse, I thought, Hey, wait…if that is Ephesians 5:20, that’s the verse right before “Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ”, and then “Wives, submit to your husbands”.
So then I got to thinking how nearly every time I’ve ever heard teaching on Ephesians 5, it’s always been approached (more like attacked) from the “wives submit” angle and it’s either used as a bludgeon for wives or it’s being pounced upon as an awful, archaic, patriarchal religious practice.
And I got to thinking that if vs. 20 was in place, was being practiced by His people, then the attitudes and behaviors mentioned in the next verses would already be in place.
In other words, if we were already giving thanks to God for everything, we would be living a life of Eucharisteo and we would already be submitting to one another out of reverence for Him.
Eucharisteo precedes the miracle. Thanksgiving precedes submission (which for many is truly a miracle, just saying). All joking aside, submission seems like such a miracle to us because it is the direct opposite of what our world teaches us–in commercials, on billboards, in schools–to set our sights upon.
Can’t we see that submission is not a stiff sentence, but soft surrender to the Savior?
He breathed us into being. Surrender to Him is purest joy. All grace, all gift, all joy.
Counting on, toward the first thousand…
205. Teens who act nothing like the teens on TV
206. Little trip back to childhood in the form of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on bread soft and sticking to the roof of the mouth, peanut butter smooth and thick, jam painted on cheeks in a sticky purple grin
207. Coffee with Belgian chocolate toffee creamer
208. Hot cocoa from an adapted hot cocoa mix recipe
209. His sweet mercy in crisis
210. Being loved with an everlasting love
211. Knowing deep that He is always enough
212. Peace that goes beyond feeling
213. Pretty toes (but mostly the daughter who took it upon herself to pamper her mama)
214. Blog readers taking moments to comment thoughts
216. Reading One Thousand Gifts for the second time, slowly
217. Chatting with a kindred friend
218. Life viewed through the lens of grace is different, changed, new, replete with hope
219. Time to walk away from my desk and think outside the box
220. Stillness for the knowing that He is God, and that if it is meant to be, it will be, according to His will
221. A husband who offers chocolate for the soothing of the melancholy
222. The rediscovering of family from long ago, photographs from a time that makes the heart race with memory’s creaking hinges and shadowy images
223. Resolve to silence that preserves the bond of peace
224. An armload of chocolate on my desk
225. Hope between lines of sadness when the moon presses in close and wrings out mama tears
226. People in high places who remember what it felt like to be a little people
227. Memories of a Little People doll house, a mama, and her little girl, playing, laughing, saving up memories for later
228. Rain falling, breeze blowing, heart wording, all on a Monday at the hello of spring
229. Grins shared between us the way they were way back then
230. Rosie and Belle in Mama’s rocker on the front porch