
This morning I woke up early to work at Panera bread. My family and I are in Houston for the week of Thanksgiving. I started my day with coffee, reading the book of Mark and journaling some of my thoughts.
As tends to happen in those still moments of reflection, I also spent some time thinking about how “life was going” at this particular moment. Having been challenged by Jesus’ example of going off to a “solitary place” to pray in Mark 1:35-39 I was particularly focused on my own sense of balance.
It’s been a busy fall season for me. Sometimes our busyness increases because of some adversity that we are facing in our life or because of some negative consequences. That has not been the case for me in the last few months. My busyness has been directly related to some wonderful things.
I’ve been busy preparing to run a marathon in a few weeks for a great cause.
I’ve been busy because of the increase in the number of people I see for pastoral care.
I’ve been busy with some additional teaching I did this fall.
I’ve been busy trying to support some great young leaders in our church.
I’ve been busy with the normal stuff of church work…
Meeting with staff, preparing messages and teaching, thinking about how can be more effective in the future in fulfilling our mission…
All these things are things which I enjoy. I treasure the time I get to spend in each of these tasks. I look forward to them. I am energized by them. I could not imagine not doing any of them.
I believe in transparency so I don’t mind telling you, I’m feeling a bit drained right now. I’m worn down. I feel like I could use a vacation.
But the real truth is… I’m not drained because I’m too busy right now. My “condition” is not a result of working too hard or too many hours that I have no time to rest.
My problem is that I have not been consistently practicing what Jesus models so well.
I have not been withdrawing to my solitary place.
I have not been protecting my own sabbath rest.
I have not been creating and sustaining the sacred space that my soul needs to breathe.
In other words, it is no one’s fault but my own. I’m responsible and it’s on me to not only be aware of it, but to make the necessary adjustments to change it.
I am also sharing this today out of my own conviction that I want to be an authentic spiritual leader. I want my private devotion to Christ to live in harmony with my public ministry. I want the people I serve to see me as someone who not only loves them but is also faithful in my life-long mission to grow even more deeply in love with God.
I will confess that there is at times a sense of hesitation on my part to share the places where I find myself struggling. I recognize the desire that some feel for their pastor to be perfect and to have it all together.
But the truth is… that’s just not how it works.
Authenticity means telling the truth, and the truth is… right now I need to do better at entering the sacred space where my soul can breathe in the goodness and grace of God.
Because I’m no different than anyone else. I cannot survive without it.