It’s amazing how cluttered our lives have become. Like the proverbial stuffed attic at your aging aunt Clara’s house, our days have become so filled with “stuff” that there’s hardly time to catch our breath. attic

The sheer number of things we cram into our days would be mind boggling to those a generation before us, incomprehensible to those just two generations ago. When you consider our ten to twelve hour work days, children’s after school activities, various appointments, and if we’re lucky a quickly assembled dinner, it’s no wonder we collapse into our beds exhausted from it all.

This time of the year of course, with its holiday planning, shopping excursions, and endless “to do” lists just seems to take it to a whole other level. And it’s very apparent that the pace of it all is taking its toll on us.

You can see it on the streets and highways as people drive ever faster and more aggressively in their hurry to get to the next thing on their list. You do understand that THEIR list is more important than yours, don’t you?

You see it in the grocery store as people rarely smile but instead offer up a face that reveals nothing remotely close to “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas”. Cue the theme song from “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”! Grinch

You see it at Walmart where the “greeter” doesn’t even try to greet because somehow or another he always seems to be preoccupied. Where kids are screaming for this and that and their parents want us to believe that those are actually the neighbors kids.

Who could blame anyone for wanting to run away from it all to find a moment of solace in the midst of the insanity?

Sometimes I wish I had one of those whistles that referees have hanging from their necks. Only I want a super colossal ginormous one that could be heard round the world. If I had one I would blow it a few times until I had everyone’s attention.

Then I would throw a penalty flag for “unnecessary abuse of the time God has allotted us”, and penalize all of us 15 minutes. penalty flagThat’s right, not 15 yards, but 15 minutes.

Then I would signal a 15 MINUTE TIME OUT!

A simple 15 minute time out to breathe, to catch up, to reflect. So much of this precious commodity that we call time is slipping through our fingers. Slipping away into eternity, leaving in its wake an empty vacuum of soon forgotten minutiae.

This life we live is described in scripture as a vapor (James 4:14). It doesn’t last for long when you compare it to eternity. Certainly I’m not the only one now asking where did the years go, am I?

Do yourself and your family a huge Christmas favor this year. Call a time out. You won’t be sorry you did.

‘Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. ‘    Ephesians 5:15-16   emphasis mine

Be blessed,   Ron

 

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