I don't particularly enjoy the communal staff kitchen at work. As many companies lease office space within the same building, there are lawyers, accountants, architects and property developers. Past the cursory "hello" and "how ya garn" as you shuffle sideways to stick last nights fried rice in the microwave, more often then not the question "are you busy" is the last attempt to salvage some small talk while the kettle boils.
Of course, it is neither the time nor the place to divulge into a deep philosophical argument about busyness and my quixotic yet ever present desire to sell ice-creams in Barbados. What I have noticed though, is that we are quick to admit how busy we are. In the commercial world it is a badge of honour. We measure success and productivity in units billed or revenue generated. The thought process arguably is if we are busy then we are purposeful, if we are purposeful then self worth and satisfaction is the inevitable reward.
Somehow, that thought has seeped into aspects of our ministry life. There are even times, where the thrill of busyness and serving the church becomes an idol, and we forget our chief end - to glorify God, and enjoy him forever. Meeting after meeting, rehearsal after rehearsal can result in events and songs and riffs occupying our emotional and spiritual real estate that we forget to enjoy God, talk about him, or look outside our Christian bubble to consider how we can be hands and feet.
It is a brilliant thing to serve the bride of Christ. I love it, and I intend to do it as long as I can. My warning sign is when I am tempted to "worship the worship".
I am wanting and desiring to intentionally carve out space in my world to exhale. I believe that when that happens, I am investing in a ministry life of longevity, as well fueling myself with an appreciation that if I want to leave a legacy on this earth, I must first find my delight and strength at the feet of Jesus, rather than in the things that I do.