From this Sunday’s lectionary:
“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” – Ephesians 5:1-2
And then there’s this cliche: “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” (attribute to Charles Caleb Colton), which seems to come up when people are being annoying and copycat-like.
Its another sermon-marathon weekend here, and the idea of imitation is floating around in my head. We’ve been showing Bliss a bit of the Olympics (we’re only mild fans, honestly). Every event she’s seem, she wants to imitate. She wants to play tennis now. She started wearing her “LeBron James headband” after watching men’s basketball. She did handstands off the couch after watching Gabby Douglas rock out her gold-medal-winning floor routine from the all-around.
While this is fun to watch (well, maybe not the attempted flips off the couch), is this what imitation of Christ is about? Seeing things we like and diving right in – or off, as the case may be? There is something in there about the difference between being Christ-like and having a Messiah or even a martyr-complex that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Good thing its only Friday.