christ teaching martha and mary anton dorph

READ LUKE 10:38-42

When I was a young woman, there seemed to be a ton of distractions.  For example, when we’d go to church with our three children, I felt like I was getting nothing out of the service, because one or the other was making a fuss or creating a scene and would have to leave the sanctuary so others could hear the message.

As my children grew up, maybe things would change. As I’d sit quietly trying to absorb the message my thoughts drifted off to the stack of laundry that needed to be done before Monday.  I focused on how we’d be able to stretch the household budget and make enough to pay our bills.  Often I was not really focusing on what was truly important.

In my daily living, I concerned myself with having a clean house, with everything in its place.  This was nearly impossible as my kids turned into teenagers.  There were piles of stuff everywhere and I had no clue where they belonged.  I was so worried about the details and busyness of living, I forgot to take time to ponder.

Ponder is kind of an ancient word.  I recall one of my students saying that Mary pounded those things in her heart.  Ponder and pounded sound similar I guess. They could also mean the same thing.  The thoughts Jesus’ mother pondered were definitely pounded in place and must have resurfaced when the nails were pounded into her Son’s hands.

But, I’m getting off track ….

Now that I’m a grandmother and growing older, I realize that time spent in the Word of God is so important.  Now I have plenty of time to ponder.

Jesus visited the town of Bethany on several occasions.  He made a point of seeing His friends, Lazarus and his sisters, Mary and Martha.  In the story referenced in my reading for today (Luke 10:38-42) we find Jesus teaching Mary while her sister busied herself with making a meal and doing the necessary chores to make the house look nice.

I certainly can relate to Martha.  I think she gets a bum rap in this story, since she isn’t paying attention to the important words Jesus had to share.  Mary, on the other hand, sat at His feet and listened intently.  I don’t believe that Jesus’ love for Mary was greater than Martha.  He loved them equally.  What he was talking about was the fact that Mary had chosen to listen to what He was teaching.

I wonder if Martha was still listening as she prepared the meal.  Maybe as she stirred the lamb and barley chowder and baked the flat bread, some of Jesus’ words trickled into her brain.  Again I recall those days, being in God’s house with my children occupying my time during the sermon.  Those words were not falling on deaf ears.  We should never underestimate the power of God’s Word nor His Holy Spirit.  This is why we take our children to church when they’re small.  We’re turning them over to that power and praying that God will place His Word in their little hearts, just as He does in ours.

Later in the story of Jesus  is called to raise Lazarus from the dead.  Martha ran to meet Him when he finally returned to Bethany after her brother lay in the grave for four days.  She had faith that Jesus could have prevented Lazarus’ life. She put her confidence in him to do something.   At that point, Jesus called out and Lazarus came to the opening of the tomb, still in his burial garb, fully alive.

As the Pharisees heard and saw this, a plot was set in motion to get rid of the man, Jesus.  He was a rabble rouser and trouble maker, who was interfering with their agenda.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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15 Responses to MARTHA, MARTHA, MARTHA

  1. Love the tale of Martha and Mary and the wisdom to be found there. I was a doer too, often forgetting about what was truly important. I just have to get the laundry done or the oven cleaned…

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    • says:

      Now that I’m getting closer to 77, I’m lightening up a bit. I don’t dust or vacuum as often as I should. Don’t always do the dishes. Many times, a deep cleaning consists of washing down the toilet. Guess what Ive discovered? It doesn’t matter.

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  2. How wonderful to read this- I’ve been Martha for two days now. It’s been so frustrating, I got a headache. Thank you for reminding me of what’s really important. You are an excellent teacher used by God to touch all of us. Thank you.

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  3. Thank you Kathy, we need to hear this story often. Bllessings for a week of pondering. 🙂

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  4. lynnabbott says:

    Balancing the everyday tasks and keeping that in check is no small feat. I love the gentleness with which Christ speaks to Martha…I can imagine him shaking His head, and quietly saying, “Martha, Martha…” It’s so easy to get caught up in “doing” things for God and then ignoring spending time with Him in His Word and in prayer. I so love your writing, Kathy! You are so honest, and wise…and your posts continually point me to our heavenly Father! Thank you! ❤ ❤

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  5. says:

    I meant to say I am honored and humbled- not howling Oreo and I don’t know where the pig came from 😳😜😬


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