Remember when everyone told you that you're wedding day would be a blur. That great advice to take in as much as you can, because it will be over before you know it. Well, if you're married, then you know that those who told you that, were right. I did my best to soak in as much as I could during the day, but following our pictures after the ceremony all I can grab onto about the reception is simply blurry glimpses. We kind of rushed through our reception in some ways because we had to be out of the church building by a certain time. I don't think we even got any of the food except for the ceremonial feeding each other the cake thing. We took some more pictures talked with different people and ran out to the carriage.
It seems that every Sunday for the past 18 years has been that for me. There is something about being a minister and for Leah, the minister's wife, that the day becomes just a blur. I soak in as much as I can but in the end it goes faster than it came and I'm using the rest of the day trying to remember what just happened. I have a policy about Sundays. If you want me to remember something you said to me (meaning if you ask something of me) then you need to email me that week to remind me of our conversation.
I promise I'm not trying to be rude or that something isn't important, it's just that it is a big day for me (my biggest of the week) and there are so many people vying for my attention. There are many Sundays that I think back to people I was talking to and worry that I may have cut them off or ended our conversation abruptly because I was interrupted by someone or something else. I really am in the moment of every conversation.
After this long I really don't know what it is like to just come to worship and really just soak in everything. And probably if I did, it would feel truly uncomfortable for a while, like I was suppose to be doing something and wasn't. The blur of a Sunday really isn't all that bad, it reminds me of something really crucial to my life on the journey with Christ.
Sunday is not all there is to being a disciple. James the author of one of the books in the New Testament calls our life a vanishing mist. What he is saying that time flies here on Earth and it is a blur compared to eternity that comes afterward. If my life is a blur, then I want to use it as thoughtfully and purposefully as I can. That is how I approach each Sunday. I use those days of the week as intentionally as I can. However, if Sunday is a blur, then Monday through Saturday means a lot to my life of discipleship. It gives me adequate time to think on the mission of God and His heart and how I can journey with others and join God in what He is already doing.
You know the wedding day is such a blur. But the marriage is where we get to slow down and truly put in the work, love, care, and joy towards our spouse and our covenant with one another. Monday through Saturday is that for our life of discipleship. And as we blur through our entire life, we find that when we soak up God in the most powerful ways, we begin to understand the idea of eternity so much fuller.
It seems that every Sunday for the past 18 years has been that for me. There is something about being a minister and for Leah, the minister's wife, that the day becomes just a blur. I soak in as much as I can but in the end it goes faster than it came and I'm using the rest of the day trying to remember what just happened. I have a policy about Sundays. If you want me to remember something you said to me (meaning if you ask something of me) then you need to email me that week to remind me of our conversation.
I promise I'm not trying to be rude or that something isn't important, it's just that it is a big day for me (my biggest of the week) and there are so many people vying for my attention. There are many Sundays that I think back to people I was talking to and worry that I may have cut them off or ended our conversation abruptly because I was interrupted by someone or something else. I really am in the moment of every conversation.
After this long I really don't know what it is like to just come to worship and really just soak in everything. And probably if I did, it would feel truly uncomfortable for a while, like I was suppose to be doing something and wasn't. The blur of a Sunday really isn't all that bad, it reminds me of something really crucial to my life on the journey with Christ.
Sunday is not all there is to being a disciple. James the author of one of the books in the New Testament calls our life a vanishing mist. What he is saying that time flies here on Earth and it is a blur compared to eternity that comes afterward. If my life is a blur, then I want to use it as thoughtfully and purposefully as I can. That is how I approach each Sunday. I use those days of the week as intentionally as I can. However, if Sunday is a blur, then Monday through Saturday means a lot to my life of discipleship. It gives me adequate time to think on the mission of God and His heart and how I can journey with others and join God in what He is already doing.
You know the wedding day is such a blur. But the marriage is where we get to slow down and truly put in the work, love, care, and joy towards our spouse and our covenant with one another. Monday through Saturday is that for our life of discipleship. And as we blur through our entire life, we find that when we soak up God in the most powerful ways, we begin to understand the idea of eternity so much fuller.
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