Once again, Jesus paid for sin. This time, it was in his plastic infant form; the form that Isaac plays with in his Fisher Price Nativity set. Having been told that he needed to pick up his toys before lunch and nap time (we have a busy afternoon and evening), he kept dawdling. Finally after 45 minutes, I set the timer for seven minutes (now mind you I had been helping a little), and said, "when the timer goes 'Ding!' any toys Mommy sees out and has to put away are going in time out."
Well, the alphabet blocks got cleaned up. Three books got cleaned up. A ball went where it belonged. Baby Jesus was left out.
It's a fitting reminder to how we ignore Christ until we need him. We put him in a time-out that he willingly goes to because he loves us enough to give us free will (two year olds are excellent reminders of the cost of loving someone else when they don't always seem to love us back!). And then, he takes out punishment (even in the wrath of a mama who is tired of picking up too many toys every day).
God loves meenough to take my time-out and the other punishment that I deserve. He loves you too.
Baby Jesus is still going to sit in time-out today though. Mommy keeps her promises, just like God. But Resurrection Day will happen tomorrow.
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Ummmm...does that mean you are letting Him out of time-out in time for church?
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