Blogging through the busy-ness

OK, so my wife Ev says that I don’t have time to blog. She’s right, you know. The last thing I need is to start doing something else, especially something that has the potential to be time consuming. Like blogging. At this writing I’m working a full-time job (www.lifemanagementcenter.org) and a part-time job (www.davelloydmusic.com) as well as being a pastor (www.crossbridgepc.org) and father and husband. (See pics!) And I just started managing a band. (www.myspace.com/stainedglasscharade) Time for blogging? Yeah, right. But here I am. I keep telling myself that I’ll have more time later and I just have to keep plugging along doing all the things I’m doing and things will get better. Someday maybe I’ll be able to quit my normal job and work full-time for the church or get a well-paying gig or win the lotto. Then I’ll have plenty of time for blogging. And prayer. And taking a Sabbath once a week. Then I’ll be able to spend more time with the kids, take my wife on dates and keep my desk neat. And clean out my car. And spend more time on my sermons. And see my friends. And go to concerts. And movies. It’ll be just great. But none of these things would actually simplify my life even if they happened. In fact, its exhausting thinking about all the things I’ll have time to do if I could just simplify my life. Something’s very wrong with this picture. Is it just me? Sadly, no. Its pretty much all of us. Time is so a precious. We work so hard to try to create more of it, but we can’t. Think about all of the time-saving and convenience items that we find non-negotiable that were unheard of 50 years ago. • Cell phones (aren’t cells what you find in prisons?) • fast food (since when do we categorize sustenance by velocity?) • personal computers (Don’t ask who owns one. Its personal.) • 24 hour banking (who has time for that??) I could go on. But why do we have less time now? No…why do I have less time? I’m calling people on the phone while I’m eating my lunch and driving down the road. I can do at least three things at a time that used to be done one at a time. So I should have more time to watch the first season DVD of ‘24’, right? I should have hours at the end of the day that I earned fair and square by doing a bunch of things at once. Blogging? I’ll just do it while I’m eating breakfast in the shower. It won’t take up any more time. I promise, honey. The things that are supposed to free us of time constraints, allowing us more time for the things that matter…don’t. They don’t deliver what they promise. And I don’t deliver much of anything at all no matter how good my motivation. I’m just running out of time. Not enough hours in the day. Maybe time cheats and punishes us for multi-tasking. Maybe five minutes of multi-tasking ends up costing us an hour of normal time. Maybe it’s taken away slowly over the entire day so we don’t notice it. Time is smart, you know. Our church is starting house church meetings…a home group/small group type meeting. We just started…have had 3 meetings, I think. Supposed to have these every other week, because every week would be WAY too busy. Wouldn’t be able to keep up our blogging then. But we can’t even do every other week. Too much time doing 24 hour banking, I guess. Ironically at house church we’re doing a book study on “The Celebration of Discipline” by Richard Foster…this being one of the foremost books on the practice of the ancient Christian spiritual disciplines. Like solitude, and prayer and meditation…things that should be practiced in our world. Things that help us confront the busy-ness of our world head-on by creating space and time for God. We need this bad, especially here in our world where we’ve got “so much more to think about…deadlines and commitments…” We’re trying to study a book about changing our lives to become deeper and simpler. And we don’t have time to meet because our lives are too shallow and complex. Maybe we should try having our meetings while shopping or cleaning out the garage. As much as I want to convince myself otherwise, my schedule is not the problem. Nor is our culture with its gadgets and stressors. Its me. I have the problem with when I say yes and no, when to be present and not just there. I’m the problem, and I, by God’s grace must become the answer. So, I guess I’ll blog. Even if my blogging is sparse, I’ll blog. And I’ll pray. And I’ll get away sometimes and spend some time in the woods or on the beach. And I’ll squeeze in a chunk of Sabbath every week or so. And I’ll play with my kids and date my wife. And I’ll refuse to live on the surface. So there.