I spent almost the entire summer in 1946 picking cotton while living with Uncle Bennie and Aunt Lillie Mae on their farm. Most farmers in middle Georgia in those days did not yet own a tractor – including Uncle Bennie. He provided for his family by plowing and tending his fields with two mules – and they both had names: Maude and Claude.
After a hard day’s work out in the fields Maude and Claude were brought into the lot and promptly unhitched from the plow. They were then fed and watered before being shut up in the barn for the night. Maude was ready at the end of each day for a good night’s rest, but Claude still had lots of energy. As soon as he finished eating, he would go around behind Maude and back up in her direction. She knew what he had on his mind, so she would simply walk away.
Claude, however, would not give up easily. Why he did this I will never know, but he would keep on backing up until he got close enough to give her a swift kick in the rear. This was amusing to me. Needless to say, it was definitely not amusing to Maude. This scene would just keep repeating itself until Uncle Bennie closed them up for the night in the barn.
Claude was a hard-working and cooperative worker – as long as he was hitched to a plow with a bit in his mouth so he could be controlled. He would move to the right when the command “gee” was given, and move left when the command “ha” was spoken. He would stop when Uncle Bennie said “whoa.” However, when turned loose in the lot after he had been fed and with Maude locked into his radar, he was deviously mischievous – and, as they say, “stubborn as a mule.”
In those days when mules were treated gently, fed adequately, properly shod, and shown kindness, they provided the means by which farmers fed their families. It would have been taking your life into your own hands, however, to stand in close proximity to Claude when he was in a kicking mood and had Maude in his rear view mirror. Unlike Claude, she was never mischievous, always gentle, a hard worker, and responsive to every spoken direction.
Since that summer in 1946 I’ve often thought about Maude and Claude. They remind me of some of the church members I have known. I am grateful for those who had a disposition like Maude, for they always responded affirmatively when called upon to serve in some capacity. They had a good spirit because they loved the Lord and their church, were hard workers, and could be counted upon to do a superb job. Without them the churches I have served would not have succeeded in accomplishing the mission Christ assigned to His church nearly as well as they did.
Some church members, however, have been more like Claude – even after doing some things right, they spent a lot of their time and energy backing up and kicking their fellow Christians. Those who can – do. Those who can’t – criticize. Finding fault, criticizing, and knocking fellow Christians sidetracks a church from fulfilling its divinely assigned mission.
The truth is that all of us have a little of Claude in us at times – even if we do not like to admit it. The apostle certainly knew that. Perhaps that is why he wrote to the church in Corinth, “I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified” (I Corinthians 9:27).
Christians who choose to grow toward spiritual maturity must discipline themselves. Mules do not have much choice in the matter. You and I, however, do have a choice, for God made us in His image. This means we are free moral agents. We are free to either serve God or to serve ourselves. In order to serve God well, we must be disciplined.
Our part is to choose to be disciplined. God’s part is to supply the power, and He will do that. This involves two things: (1) we must listen to the Holy Spirit’s direction, and (2) we must be obedient to the teaching found in God’s Word. No one can do our listening for us. And no one can be obedient for us. God is willing to do His part. We must also do our part.