I Want To Be Irresponsible

I want to sleep until noon, eat a cinnamon roll for lunch, and watch home remodeling shows until evening.  I want to ignore my husband when he tells me he is having a bad day.  I want to be irresponsible.  And I don’t want any consequences.

How did I get so dang responsible, I wonder?  Years of practice of trying to always do the right thing, I guess.  When I was young, it was a hit and miss proposition, trying to do things right when I made so many mistakes.  I shudder now at some of the things I did back then.  (Give me another 50 years for hindsight, and I might question if I have really made progress.)

I want to climb up on the roof and do work if I want (I’ve been banned from climbing a ladder).  I want to paint the house brown with pink polka dots, if I want.  I want to tell my grandchildren to eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you will have to pay taxes and die.  I want to eat a pecan pie and lots of ice cream every night.  I want freedom from self-imposed responsibilities.

I went out and bought a new washer and dryer today–saved over $700.00 on the pair as they had damage dents, but they were still under warranty and were a good brand.  Now that was practical, wasn’t it?  That is if I can live with the dents…  My reason for not getting perfects machines?  I could use the money saved to further some charity work, if I want.  You see?  I’m hopeless.  (I know God owns the cattle on a thousand hills and could well afford a perfect washer and dryer for me.)  It might also be my rebellion in reaction to when appearances are so important to this world.  I’ve been kicking that goad for years.  And trying to do right.

Seems Jesus didn’t go for appearances either.  I just got through reading Matthew 9:10-13:

While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with him and his disciples.  When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”

On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.  But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”

I suspect I would have been welcome at Matthew’s house that day.  Jesus didn’t exactly do what looked the best for proper society, but He certainly did what was right.  And I’m sure they had a great time.  God have mercy on my soul.  He accepts me even when I’m irresponsible.