Which, I know, is a really hard thing to believe as Americans. We have oh so many oh so important things to accomplish and such little time to do it in.
What do we want? Success! And when do we want it? Yesterday!
Our calendars are our idols. They rule us like gods, rather than us utilizing them like tools. The problem with idols is that they make big promises about success and happiness, but then—after they have exacted their exorbitant fees from us—all they deliver is damage and sorrow.
We wear our busyness as a badge of honor while we ought to be heeding it as a warning light.
All this is no less true in church land. Christian busyness is big business. It keeps the machine going, but at a high cost. In our efforts to accomplish so much “for the gospel,” or “for the kingdom,” or “for the glory of God”—whatever pious spin we want to put on it—busyness is still busyness.
Even our drive to adhere to our lofty spiritual ideals can sometimes cause more harm than it’s worth. Our worship may be glorious and pristinely performed, but with a lot of broken legs along the way.
Perhaps in learning to be inefficient and unsuccessful we could actually care for people like good shepherds
