“On the seventh day God finished the work which he had made; and he rested…” Genesis 2:2
Huh. How ‘bout that? Even God rests.
Why don’t we do that? Why does it feel like I run way too much?
I remember the first time I heard the term the “cult of busy.” It seemed absurd at the time, but now I’m not so sure.
I’m a writer. In this community, I’m amazed at the number of folks releasing a book a month. An. Entire. Book. Every month.
It’s not unusual to hear about someone writing 5,000, 10,000, 15,000 words a day. A. Day.
That’s odd considering I’m not sure how many words I can write per hour but I am fully aware of the copious breaks I take as I ponder words, polish phrases, sharpen meaning.
Without those moments, quiet minutes awaiting the revelation of a most glorious phrase… I’m not sure I’d enjoy my profession as much.
This whole cult of busy also seems in vogue in other industries as well. A friend of my son, a
salaried worker, is currently putting in 16 hour days, much to the chagrin of his girlfriend.
“How are you doing,” I ask.
“Busy!” is the usual response.
Then there’s this:
They who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength
They will mount up with wings as the eagles.
They shall run and not be weary
They shall walk and not be faint
Teach me Lord. Teach me Lord to wait.
Ah. That old Bible camp song.
Waiting is rough. It’s anticipation while resting. It’s a grand lesson in patience.
If God Almighty takes an occasional rest, why don’t you? Why is it so grand to be busy all the time?
Ponder that one. Then journal about it.
Ha. Don’t you love Genesis?