After taking our 4 year old and 2 year old to see Alvin and the Chipmunks at the movies, we headed to a local restaurant for a post-movie dinner. All is going well until my 2-year old daughter asks to use the bathroom. My wife and I instantly give that, “surely you will take her so I can keep eating” look to each other. I remember that my dear wife is the one who has to do this one hundred times a day, so I volunteer to be the sacrificial lamb and take my daughter to use the potty. I’ve never been a fan of public potties, and I usually avoid them at all costs. So, I proceeded to take my little girl to the men’s bathroom, neatly roll out no less than two dozen layers of toilet paper to line every square inch, and try and find a way to sit her on this enormous horseshoe shaped toilet seat (who’s bright idea was that by the way) without her falling in. I thought about the old “suspend her in mid air” method for a moment – but as a novice to little girls using the bathroom thought I might regret that one. She finishes, and I wash her hands three or four times while saying the whole time, “now don’t touch the potty.”
Upon my return I begin to dive back into my semi-warm burrito when my 4-year old son says, “Daddy, I need to use the bathroom.” The same look is exchanged between my wife and I, and once again I volunteer to do bathroom duty(grudgingly I must admit). Since he’s a boy, I think this will be a much more efficient and less risky trip – until we close the door and he informs me that this is going to be a #2 run. So I repeat the steps you read above, trying to thank God for indoor plumbing and for kids that are out of diapers. I returned to my now cold burrito, when a thought hit me like a ton of bricks. Christ-like joyful servants don’t whine or complain.
These are small inconveniences that I have recounted – small acts of service to my kids. And yet, I blow them out of proportion, as though I am actually having to make a sacrifice for my kids when I do this. A minor inconvenience, an interrupted meal, a so called “gross experience – are these worthy to even be called sacrifices? They are not. Romans 15:3 says, “For Christ did not please himself….” Christ was always looking for a way to please and serve others. His service to others was wholehearted, without grumbling or whining. How I need God to change my heart to one of joyful sacrifice for my wife, my kids, my church, and the world. It’s amazing that God can use the potty to challenge me toward joyful service.