Sign of a Disordered Life
Last week, I was sitting at a local snack bar having some popcorn when a hurried woman approached the counter wanting some lunch. She asked how long for a pizza, and when the response was “less than three minutes” she huffed, bought a bag of chips instead and left.
Not having the ability to create space in your day for a meal – mealtimes are not surprises, we have need of them every day – is a sign of a disordered life.
In our culture, we use busyness as an impenetrable shroud.
It protects us from having to allow ourselves to be known by others. That takes time.
It protects us from reflecting on our self. That takes rest.
Busyness is a covering for our feelings of shame.
This is the identity dominated by answering the question “what do you do?”.
As we are pulled by a multitude of demands, we can maintain a sense of feeling valuable because we are “productive”. Getting stuff done becomes the foundation for this life and the lens for judging and comparing.
Religious busyness or non-religious. Big projects or being consumed with trivialities. It is a life of the moment.
Spending time with our spouse depends on what it will net us. Will the time be productive?
Serving another, if it goes unnoticed, is judged to be a waste.
Sitting in quiet and resting (without the TV!), is frowned upon as having a lack of priorities. Which becomes the ultimate result of the disordered life:
Disconnection from God.
Not only does the shroud of busyness keeping us from knowing our self and being know by others, it keeps us from being open to God. Hearing His voice, delighting in His presence requires an intentional effort of rejecting our false sense of worth.
Openness requires that we let God’s voice into our lives.
Taking off the mask of busyness and allowing God to be the source of our life’s value. Our identity in Christ.
What part of your busyness are you most unwilling to exchange for more time of connection with God? There is your idol.