I took my son to see Monsters University on Monday. Totally cute movie and unlike Man of Steel, I didn't cry through the entire film. You can read my post Man of Steel vs. the Cross HERE.
But something hit me for sure. (I don't think I'm giving away spoilers, but it's a kids' movie, so do you really care?)
All Mike ever wanted was to be a scarer. But no one believed he could. Yet, he had faith. It was his dream.
He was going to show the world.
Enter Monsters University and the Scare program. He worked harder and longer than anyone--especially Sully. He had a lot to prove.
During an argument (Mike once again proving he was good enough) he and Sully caused an accident and it landed them out of the Scare program.
Mike and Sully's dreams seemed destroyed. Then Mike remembered the Scare Games--a competition amongst fraternities. He bet the dean he could win them and if he did, she'd have to admit she'd been wrong and he was the scariest.
Once again, Mike sought his dream. But it was for his own glory. His own good. His own fame.
The most unlikely band of monsters came together and they learned valuable lessons: Team work, camaraderie, and even friendship. But Mike still had his eye (ha, don't pardon the one-eyed pun) on himself. His end goals.
While they seemed to have won, Sully cheated. Because Mike, well…he just wasn't scary.
That little diddy landed their expulsion.
What happened to Mike's dream? Poof! Gone.
What he learned through a few more scenes was he was okay being just okay. And what Sully learned was, Mike wasn't just okay. He was brilliant. They never could have made it as far as they had in the games or in that final battle had it not been for Mike.
Mike decides, you know what? We're not beaten. We're not down. And he and Sully start out at the Scare Company's mail room. Photos in their work locker show them moving up in the ranks. Starting at the bottom and working up.
Until finally, they make it to the scare room floor.
And that's when a spiritual lesson hit me.
Sometimes we fail because we're chasing after our own glory. We want to prove we can do something just for the sake of being somebody special.
But you are special. I'm special. To God.
And sometimes our dreams won't always come in the ways we expect them. They won't be big and flashy. They'll come small and steady. You can read about small beginnings HERE.
Sometimes it's a process of starting in the mail room, being diligent and persevering that inches us toward our passion.
Sometimes, God keeps us low, so He can go high. He has lessons in character building He needs us to learn, and He wants the glory. If we are faithful with little, we'll be ruler over much.
Laboring is hard work. It takes time. Endurance.
"For God is not unjust to forget your work and labor of love which you have shown toward His name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister." Hebrews 6:10
The question is, who are you laboring for? Love for God or for yourself?
"Be...not lagging in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;…"
Would you say you've been enduring with diligence and the
right focus or not?