Why did I miss pushing publish on yesterday’s blog you ask? Because I have incredible friends, that’s why! In the midst of this busy season, with a whole bunch of demands on my time, a good friend of mine called and asked if I wanted to go to the hockey game last night. After I said yes, he informed me that they were club level seats. I said yes again.
Now, it doesn’t hurt to see the Penguins win an absolutely must-win game in dramatic fashion. It doesn’t hurt to see Sidney Crosby tee up on a few slap shots and one-timers mere feet away from my face. It really doesn’t hurt when Phil Kessel, legendary Penguins icon, flicks off the coach for challenging the goal he just scored.
But all of that taking a break and enjoying life got me thinking about how busy we all are, and how messed up it is that we all brag about it. I know that I do. I know that for as much as I’ve been posting in the last week about how much I have going on, that is both a complaint, a request for sympathy, and at the same time a brag on myself. “Do you see how important I am? People need my attention, so I must be great!”
Eugene Peterson was recently on my case about this in a book he wrote called The Contemplative Pastor. One of the central characteristics Peterson would most like to see in us is that we be “Un-Busy Pastors.” He would like us to have our calendars free enough so that when someone wants to meet and pray with us, we can do that. He wants us to be un-busy enough to ensure that our sermons aren’t last minute cram sessions, but prayerful expressions of what God is doing in the life of the world. He wants us to be un-busy. And I want that too.
And it’s not just pastors. I think most of us tend to use our busy-ness to brand and to feel a sense of self-worth. Your self-worth and mine do not come from how full our wallets or calendars are. It comes from the God of Grace who reminds us again and and again that we are loved, that we are cherished, and that we are God’s.
So maybe today, headed in to the weekend, we can be a little less busy? Maybe we could take a few moments for the sacred art of taking a breath? Maybe we could unwind? And maybe, just maybe, the Pens will pull out another show-stopper for us tomorrow night.