You'd think that after reading a Bible story for all your life, eventually it would become familiar enough to stop landing directly between the eyes. Eventually, maybe eventually, it would stop rebuking you.
With all my heart I want to sigh as I read the words:
"...Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary."
Only one thing, eh?
And yep. More than just those things. I could add to the list. And I have to say, many of those things do feel a bit necessary to me. And in the middle of it all, nights can get short, and I can get tired (news flash!) and my time at the feet of Jesus can get pressured, squeezed.
And sometimes, I admit, when I think of it all, I get a little... Well, I don't think of myself as worried. But maybe. And yeah, a bit... bothered.
Still only one thing? Only one that is necessary?
But see, Martha had an important thing going on too - how about making a meal for the Creator and Master and Prince of Heaven? (Just a little pressure?) What's she supposed to do, stop working, not feed Him? Isn't that also necessary?
Apparently not. At least, not the way she thought it was.
Only one thing. To sit admiringly at the feet of Jesus. To love Him, first, last, best, always. And to listen to his words, the way a parched soul drinks in the water.
That's the only necessary thing.
And if you do that, then what you receive can never be taken away.
Not by a needing one year old, needing business, needing house, needing communications, needing finances, needing news reports. "Not by any other thing in all creation." Romans 8:39