Sometimes you just need to laugh at yourself. It was humorous to discover, last evening at dinner, that Dad and I both take elaborate routes through the Oakhurst metropolis in order to shave a few nanoseconds off our transit time. As we discussed the deep strategy involved in gaining a car length or two, it got me thinking.
I've always tended to go to great lengths to get the most out of my minute. As a much (much, much) younger man, I once found myself in hot water for dropping my pants before quite reaching the safety of the restroom. Having since matured beyond such tomfoolery, I have yet to break the habit of mercilessly shoving my stocking feet into tightly tied tennis-shoes. It may save you half a minute, but it just doesn't seem good for your worldview, or your shoes.
The voice of the Master is calling us to chill out. One can almost catch the mild exasperation in his voice as he chides Martha for her busyness, or his annoyance with the disciples's childish desire to call down fire from heaven. Jesus continually demonstrated a life lived for the present, one deep breath, one measured step, at a time. Too many of us live for the presently.
If we are to see God work in the unexpected, we must live our days making room for surprises. We are not living for a cause: we are living for a person. The mission is secondary to the relationship.
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