When the edges of Hurricane Sandy passed through our area we spent two solid days together as a family — as in every minute, just the five of us. We were expecting power outages, so we filled our freezer with Ziplock bags of water; I made coffee and put it in the fridge. We had a turkey roast for dinner and I kept thinking the power would go out before it was fully cooked. During dinner, the power flickered and the wind picked up, but we were completely spared. Instead we watched the horrific destruction that could’ve been.
Spending that much time inside isn’t necessarily conducive to peace in my family. Ordinarily my sons are not rambunctious boys — but maybe that’s because they swim like crazy, play baseball and basketball, and in every spare moment, throw the football in the front yard. For these guys, cabin fever sets in after about twenty minutes. So there were quite a few “issues” over the course of those two days.
At one point, Will and Nate were upstairs getting at each other. Will was raising his voice and his temper was obviously flaring.
Daddy Will yelled up something like, “If you have one more issue, I will come up there.”
Sammy was lying on the couch. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention. But evidently he was because he said, with a casual matter-of-factness, “I have zero issues.”
And sometimes Sam is indeed a roll-with-it, zero issues kind of guy. But the truth is none of us can claim we have zero issues. We all got em. The sooner we admit that we’ve got issues, the better off we are.
Nothing is so unattractive as a person who is unwilling to admit that they too have fallen short. May Sam not be this person. May I not be this person. May we acknowledge, just as Paul wrote in Romans 3:23-24:
for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.
Justified freely by grace. So much better than the zero issue facade.