I love trifles! Before I even knew what a trifle was, I loved it! We just called it a “punchbowl cake”. See, we’re from the country, and we call stuff the way we see it–it’s a cake inside a punchbowl.
Then, there is trifle. My grandma used to say “Don’t trifle with me!” I wasn’t completely sure what she meant by that, but basically I knew she was telling me to stop messing around and do what she said right then and there!
Then there is trifling. Many of us have known people we’d consider to be trifling. Where I grew up, they were so triflin’–petty, silly, shallow, uncaring and generally aggravating, all at the same time! These were hard people to be around at times.
Then, there is trifle. Most of what I’ve written so far could be considered “trifle”. I’ll let you be the judge! We all have trifles in life. Sometimes they are meaningless activities, sometimes monotonous tasks, sometimes they are small setbacks, and at other times they seem major and dominate our thoughts for the day or week or month or for years. The bigger my issues, the more likely I am to take it off the trifle list and put it on the extremely important list.
When major stuff happens, I find it hard to remember that it’s all trifle:
For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:17-18
If monotony tries me, and I cannot stand drudgery; if stupid people fret me and little ruffles set me on edge; if I make much of the trifles of life, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
Too often, I make much of the trifles of life, and too often I forget that all of life is trifle when compared to what awaits us in glory!