“So, what do you want to have for dinner?” I asked. It seemed like an innocent enough question. I didn’t know that I was about to unleash a torrent of suffering never before seen on the earth.
“I was thinking we could just make some sandwiches,” she said.
“Nooooooooooooo!” I screamed. My chair flipped over as I bolted from the table. I ran out the door and into the street in front of our apartment. Not sandwiches. We’re not animals. Anything but that. I fell to my knees in the middle of the street, the asphalt hot on my skin as I wept, overtaken with grief as thunderclouds opened up overhead, raining down and joining me in my sorrow. What offense had I committed to deserve such suffering?
Okay, that last part didn’t happen in real life, but that was what was playing out in my head. I’m not trying to start a social media war of the wills, but the objective truth, as any sane person will tell you, is that sandwiches do not equal dinner. They’re a snack, or something you eat for lunch when you don’t have anything good to eat.
Matthew 26:42 (CEV) Again Jesus went to pray and said, “My Father, if there is no other way, and I must suffer, I will still do what you want.”
My beautiful wife was choosing sandwiches for dinner. Proof # 1,352 that my wife is a saint. She was choosing to suffer. Sandwiches. Bleck! Kidding.
Jesus chose to suffer. Jesus in essence prayed, ‘Yeah, I’d really rather not, but if that’s what You want, then I’m all in.’ That’s what you do in marriage, sometimes. You have to set aside what you want, and go all in with someone else’s plan sometimes. I think that’s the kind of attitude we have to have in a multitude of situations. Jesus put aside his wants, his preferences, for the glory of doing the will of God. He chose to suffer. Are we willing to do the same?