Recently I had a malfunction in my car that caused the keyless entry to stop working. It wasn’t a problem with the little remote fob I carry on the key ring; it was a problem in the car itself. As it turns out, this would be a rather expensive repair to make, so I decided it was time to ditch the fob and start going fobbless.
Here’s what I discovered. I’ve been tricked. I’ve been tricked into thinking that extending my arm for the excruciating quarter-turn of my wrist with an actual physical key was such an incredible inconvenience that repeatedly unlocking my car in such a manner would simply wear me out. How could anyone survive these days by unlocking cars the way our grandparents did back in such prehistoric times? Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Maybe it’s really about the inconvenience. Unlocking doors the old way is such a hassle, especially while trying to handle my cup of significantly overpriced coffee. No, that doesn’t sound quite right either. Now it just sounds like I’m whining.
But wait, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m whining. I’m complaining about losing a convenience that—as it turns out—was no real convenience at all. Like I said, I’ve been tricked. In reality, the actual convenience came by thinning the clutter of fobs from my key chain. You see, I decided to get rid of all the keyless entry fobs I have. Since going fobbless, my pocket is just a little bit lighter, and my life is just a little bit simpler.
It got me to thinking of all the other inconvenient conveniences I carry in my life. The convenience of a walk-in closet carries the inconvenience of more clothes than I know what to do with. The convenience of a larger house for my family of six carries the inconvenience of higher bills to heat/cool more space, clean more rooms, paint more walls, and water more grass. The convenience of a smartphone carries the inconvenience of rarely finding still and quiet during the day. I’ve been tricked into dragging a life full of inconvenient conveniences. I’ve been tricked into thinking I’m entitled to all this—I deserve it. I’ve been tricked into thinking that my life is somehow better with all the extras.
Jesus was a fobbless kind of guy. He didn’t carry around all the extras. I think Jesus understood that extras would not make life any easier. In fact, it just makes life more hectic and difficult. Nothing got in the way of his love poured out on those who needed it. Nothing distracted his attention to the hurt and wounded. Nothing preoccupied his time to keep him away from others. Nothing weighed him down except the burden of taking on our sin. Nothing held him back except the cross he submissively chose for us.
Till next time…