Make the bed, shake the bed and …

I am a bed maker. A routine person who likes order in her life. In my reality that means every morning I make my bed. I recently have thought about my faith in terms of bed making. Make the bed in the morning, get in it at night and then remake it in the morning. A cycle repeated daily in my home unless someone is sick or something unusual happens that disrupts my life so much I don’t get my bed made!

You get the point. Order/Chaos/Order. It’s a pattern I am both familiar with and comfortable with in 24 hours cycles. I like making order out of chaos. It must be the image bearer in me! It’s a good thing.

I’ve been thinking about my faith as a bed I was making every day.  My mom used to say when I was growing up, “You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”  As a Christian I was pretty happy with my bed and I was OK lying in it. I could remake it when it got a little messy. I knew exactly how to chop the pillows for the right effect.

And then I had a moment like Ben Stiller in Along Came Polly.

I realized that I didn’t have to make my bed (spiritually speaking). I went a little nuts. Maybe even stabbed the mattress a few times in the process. And I stopped making my bed. In fact, I couldn’t make the bed. I didn’t want to make it anymore. I just avoided it completely. It was quite a mess with those feathers everywhere.

The spiritual making, unmaking and remaking of my faith has taken many years. In the past little while I’ve been remaking my bed. Some days. It’s been good. It definitely doesn’t look the same. It’s not perfect anymore but it feels good. It feels like grace.