Measured by Love

“Do everything, anything, however menial, measuring it not by hours or by dollars, but by love” (Amy Carmichael).

It always amazes me to watch people who are in the early stages of falling in love. You can tell because it’s almost like they’re seeing the world through rose-colored glasses and everything they do — especially if it is for their beloved — is a pure joy. Unfortunately, no one can ever stay in that initial euphoria of love, Eventually, everyone settles back to earth.

At some point, love becomes a choice. Even when we don’t feel very loving, we do the acts of love. Even when we’re not in love, we can choose to love as an act of the will, a sacrifice of what we don’t feel at the moment.

In terms of faith, there is no difference. We may not feel the joy of our salvation, but we can rest in the promises that transcend feelings. We may not have the bliss of those first few days when we first met Jesus, but we can still choose to love and obey out of the knowledge that He first loved us.

When we understand that worship is more than singing songs and lifting up our hands, we can make any chore or task an offering of worship. We can declare the great worth of God even by scrubbing toilets or sweeping floors if we do it not for supervisors or for a paycheck but like we’re doing it for Jesus Himself.

I remember my pastor telling a story about how at one of his previous churches there was a custodian who used to make the church floors sparkle and shine. When asked why he went to all the trouble on floors that no one was likely to notice, he’d respond that Jesus was going to be there and he wanted everything to look its best.

When we measure our work not by hours or dollars but by love, then our work truly becomes worship, and we return closer to the original design God had for Adam and Eve in the garden where work was a joy and not a burden.

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