I’m too busy right now, sorry. I’m sure you understand? I mean, it’s hectic, right? This life…the demands, the chaos and the frenetic pace of it all. The only moments when the din fades too a low buzz is when I go to sleep, but even that is cloaked by the heavy blanket of tomorrow’s tasks, intermingled with a few dreams of missed deadlines, lacked exam preparation or some event that I will be late for. If I let it slack for a moment I will not be a good provider/husband/father/person. And neither will you be a good _____ (fill in the blank). You’re not lazy are you? Just checking….
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I’m too busy
Love or Fear
It has been said that Love and Fear are the two root emotions from which we build the rich tapestry of what we are feeling at any given moment. Throughout scripture we read “Do not be afraid!” and “Do not fear!”; time and time again we are encouraged not to listen to fear, not to allow it to decide for us, control us or dominate how we approach our lives with each other or with God.
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Time Alone
“Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while”, so said Jesus to His disciples in Mark 6:31. Throughout Scripture the theme of solitude, rest and also spending time in God’s presence without distraction follows an uninterrupted path, all the way from Adam’s walk with God in the cool of the evening, through time in the wilderness for Abraham, Moses, the Israelites, David and Paul, to name but a few.
What you might have been
Dear Friends
As you prepare for the weekend I would like to challenge you with one of George Eliot’s most inspiring quotes:
“It is never too late to become what you might have been”
This thought holds both a tremendous promise of embracing what you were created for, but also a sobering reminder that, in the end, it may come down to “might have been”. The world’s best coach has frequently reminded me that, if you want to unearth the greatest human potential, go dig in your nearest graveyard. There lie many “might have been” lives. But…this is not meant to be your story, or mine.
Just one second…
Frank Laubach and his wife went to the Philippine Islands as missionaries during 1915. After more than a decade of hard work, having lost 3 of his 4 children to Malaria and now being isolated from his wife and remaining child, this American minister in a foreign country was at an all time low. He sensed profound dissatisfaction in his walk with God and felt, in his words, “disgusted with the pettiness and futility of my unled self”. In a series of letters written between 1930 and 1932 we find an amazing account of how Laubach met God in a way that revolutionised his life.
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