My roommates and I have struggled a lot with the “not my mess” syndrome. We’ve had to rededicate ourselves several times to the task of caring for each other and being responsible with the facilities that have been entrusted to us.
It’s remarkable how much time I find for none-sense throughout the day but when it comes to cleaning up my mess or anyone’s mess I rarely muster up the commitment to do it. As we head into our last two weeks of the semester it’s only going to get more difficult. Doing this is part of my Year One Goals – part of my desire to mature into a godly man and part of our resolutions to care for one another. It’s similar to what I’ve been learning about covenant living. We, for whatever reason, expect to be rewarded for our “good deeds” and that’s where questions about whether we are saved by works come from. It’s funny how much we expect to be rewarded for doing the very least of what’s expected of us. When I do clean I often expect a “thank-you” at the very least, when it’s something I ought to be doing anyway.
Still, where we are now is an improvement over where we were.
It’s remarkable how much time I find for none-sense throughout the day but when it comes to cleaning up my mess or anyone’s mess I rarely muster up the commitment to do it. As we head into our last two weeks of the semester it’s only going to get more difficult. Doing this is part of my Year One Goals – part of my desire to mature into a godly man and part of our resolutions to care for one another. It’s similar to what I’ve been learning about covenant living. We, for whatever reason, expect to be rewarded for our “good deeds” and that’s where questions about whether we are saved by works come from. It’s funny how much we expect to be rewarded for doing the very least of what’s expected of us. When I do clean I often expect a “thank-you” at the very least, when it’s something I ought to be doing anyway.
Still, where we are now is an improvement over where we were.