The Art of Doing Nothing
I went to public schools K-12. In my day, pre-K was spelled “grandmother.” I had a very wise teacher in high school who advised us to sit and do nothing for 30 minutes each day. I thought he was crazy.
Like most of us, I was a human-doing. Later, I came to faith and entered the pastoral and church-planting ministry. I became even more of doer because, after all, I was working for God. I reasoned that if the farmers in my congregation could be out in the barns milking cows at 0500, I could, and should, be at prayer at least by then. I stayed busy doing very important God stuff from the wee hours of the morning until late at night. I’m sure God was impressed.
Fast-forward half a century and I’m finally learning that God created me a human-being, not a human-doing. God is far more interested in me than in anything I can do.
The same is true for you. In a world where life can feel like a sprint that never ends, where your epitaph ought to read, “She has a lot to do,” and where you feel pressured to produce and squeezed from all sides, just stop.
Stop. Sit. Sip good coffee. Turn off the devices. Preferably be in nature. Let your thoughts float by as if sticks on a river. Listen to the quiet voice within. You’ll be amazed.
“Be still and know that I am God.”