Living intentionally. That’s the way forward. Not wasting a second. A plan for everything and everything in a plan. I like a list I do. Mainly because I forget so much these days – old age rather than a hectic lifestyle. Life is apparently like a cheque book or something and every day is a cheque waiting to be written which you can never return (unlike most cheques which can be returned if you don’t have enough money in your account. I am not sure that I have understood this analogy.) Apparently we are all going to be lying on our deathbeds wishing that we had been able to tick more off our to-do lists.
It’s just, do I always have to be balling socks when I am watching the telly? (I have never balled socks while watching the telly but am assured that some people do) Do I have to excuse listening to the Reverend Richard Coles on the radio by dusting while I am doing so? Does all my activity have to be useful or instructive or deep? Is there no room for sitting and staring out of the window and thinking about nothing? Is it still ok to put your head back and doze for twenty minutes when you get in from work – even though you know full well that there are shoes to be cobbled and roofs to be thatched? Am I still ok to kind of leave the room mentally every now and then?
Jim Elliot said
” Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.”
This is, I think, a call to living every moment for God, which no one could argue with. It’s just that I think we should be careful how the word “live” is defined here. Just sitting contemplating with your chin on your knee, shouldn’t be a bad thing. It shouldn’t make you feel guilty. There will always be stuff to be done but sometimes you have to let it go – like the annoying Disney song. (Can I just say Frozen – no where near as good as Mulan. End of discussion)
This is not a call to just sitting there and letting it all get past you. It’s just about it being ok to stop every now and then. Sometimes to think things through, sometimes to give God time to speak and sometimes to suddenly wake up after unexpectedly losing consciousness while just closing your eyes while waiting for the kettle to boil.