Fairies on Strike

Have you ever opened the refrig­er­a­tor door, looked in, and noticed there was noth­ing to eat? That is nor­mal. It hap­pens all of the time. Do you ever go back to the same refrig­er­a­tor and look again just in case some great serv­ing of food mag­i­cally mate­ri­al­ized? Prob­a­bly yes. That too is a com­mon human action — mostly because we believe in refrig­er­a­tor fairies.
We humans have a child­like propen­sity for magic. There should be an unex­pected sur­prise every now and then. The adult side of us is not sur­prised that the magic piece of pie did not sud­denly appear five min­utes after we last looked in the fridge. I am not really sure what it is we are look­ing for in the refrig­er­a­tor or the empty mail­box. I think it has to do with some­thing else a lit­tle deeper in our souls. Maybe the magic genie is hid­ing under the bed with the dust bun­nies, anx­ious wait­ing his or her oppor­tu­nity to grant us three wishes. One can only hope.
Right now all of my per­sonal fairies are on strike: the car wash fairy, the buy gro­ceries fairy, the vac­uum fairy, the lawn fairy, the buy clothes fairy, and the magic bank account fairy. I guess there are some things I am going to have to face and actu­ally do. It is a lit­tle like the line from the book of James about faith and works. You can have all of the faith in the world about God’s prov­i­dence, but you are going to have to do a lit­tle work too. Faith is some­thing lived and accom­plished and not just wait­ing on the Lord. It involves action — not just wish­ful thoughts.