TOO BUSY FOR
Busy days, busy
nights, challenges to meet, new frontiers to conquer, making changes, looking good, make up so much of the week
for so many of us. The need to succeed in these projects so easily becomes all
I wake during the
night pondering what I’ll need to be doing in order to complete the tasks successfully that I have set myself
the next day.
become my main topics of conversation. They determine the time I give my family, the time I spend sharing meals,
the time I take to relax and of course the time I give to prayer and a consideration of God’s place in
tasks, frontiers, while they are often exhausting and dominant in my life, are also the source of a great deal
of satisfaction when I rise to the challenges they present and I can then feel good about myself.
I like living this
way, at least I think I do. I suppose I am too flat out to notice that anything may be missing.
Then, a health
scare comes along and I am no longer able to function in the manner I’ve been used to. A family matter such as
the death of someone close to me intrudes on my timetable. The time comes when I am too old for these challenges
any more. Then I become too ill and frail to enjoy the fruits of my labours.
All of a sudden my
whole identity is in tatters as I have been married to my work, my projects, my challenges and now what is left?
Just an old shell! I can turn in on myself and become buried in a wave of self-pity or disappointment. I am no
one anymore. I have nothing to contribute. I have nothing to do with my time. When my illness becomes too much
the possibility of euthanasia suggests itself to me. I can’t see the point of just hanging
This is perhaps
why having a daily encounter with the Love who is God is not merely worthwhile, but is our salvation.
We are made in the
image of this Love, this God and we are made for Love, this Love Who alone is our deepest satisfaction, joy and
As I attempt to
replace this love with the demands of competitive business, with a sometimes competitive social life, with
projects that may be good in themselves but which in the end, and by themselves, can never satisfy my deep
longings, then emptiness will be the place where my heart will find itself.
I need God. I need
a daily dose of God’s presence. I need to develop a consciousness that everything I am and do is cradled in this
The grace of God’s
presence deepens the meaning in every day. The grace of God’s presence makes healing possible in the darkest of
times. The grace of God’s presence catches up everything that I am and enables me to live with purpose no matter
what my age, health or fading memory.
Psalm 46 gives the
familiar encouragement: “Be still and know that I am God.”
In these simple
words is my path to a happier and more rounded life.
“Being still” I
listen beyond the immediate noise and chaos. “Being Still” I can search for a place to anchor my day. “Being
Still” I know that I am loved and held safe.
gives me the chance to taste God. “Being Still” gives birth to thankfulness in my heart and I appreciate the
things that mean most rather than the things that demand most.
I wish us all some
still points this week, no matter how fast we are required to travel.