When did being busy become a badge of honor in our society. Ask somebody how they’ve been and many times the response is “busy.” Professionally speaking, it’s about 99% of the time. As if busy is some sort of indicator of success, of significance, or of importance. Why do we desire busy. Is busy a way of life or is busy a way to escape the current life one is living? Are we busy because we truly find fulfillment in that life or are we busy because we have to support the lifestyle we’ve chosen? Or could it be we’re busy because we’ve bought the lie.
The lie tells us to be happy, to find fulfillment, you have to wear certain clothes, to drive an SUV, to live in a big house in the best neighborhood, and you must have a flat screen TV (wall mounted if you want stand out). All lies! We live life at full speed because if we don’t, we can’t afford our stuff. Don’t agree? Then why has the average size of homes in America increased, when the average size of the family has decreased? Simple, our stuff. It’s like we live to maintain our stuff rather than enjoy our stuff. Rather than to enjoy life.
I’m out.
I don’t want busy. I don’t need things. I’ve had them and didn’t find fulfillment, only debt. We’re just now crawling out of a hole dug when my wife got laid off in the Fall of 2003. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fun, and on countless occasions I couldn’t imagine we’d ever escape. By the grace of God, we can see a clearing on horizon. We’re close to being out of the hole. Looking back, I wouldn’t change one moment of the past 4 years. If the wife and I went through this so that the daughter and the son won’t have to, then every second was worth it. So you can have your stuff, and mine too. We’ll never build our lives around stuff. I don’t care about being important, I don’t’ need to be significant, and I don’t have an interest in being successful (the way the world defines success). So if not busy, then what? If not stuff, then what? If not importance, then what? If not significance, then what? If not success, then what?
Him.
I want Him. I want to know Him. Not of Him, but to truly know the heart of the Father. I want to drink deep the things of God. To pursue Him with a fervor, an intensity, and a relentless hunger. I’m desperate. I want to run hard after the Father. Will I ever catch Him? Can we ever catch Him? Could it be that when we pursue Him with an unquenchable thirst, He catches us? To be honest, I have no clue. I’m just going to run, to pursue.
The wife and I have this desire to find simplicity, to find community, to slow down and experience life instead or survive it. The path to all of that starts with Him. I’m not naïve enough to think that knowing Him will erase the obstacles or remove the challenges. I do believe that the size of the obstacles and the magnitude of the challenges are diminished when the One that ordained them, the one that allowed them to happen, is the One that will walk with you through it.
He’s walked with us.
I feel the need to clarify that I’m not saying that stuff is bad. If you can afford stuff, have it. But isn’t something off when people spend hundreds of dollars to put clothes on a dog or to put them in a fancy pink carrier when children all over the world are dying because of hunger or dying of sicknesses that we don’t even scoff at. Isn’t something off when our dogs in America eat better and live better than children all over the world.
Then again, this is not about you or your stuff. It’s an attempt to put words to what He has stirred in my heart. It’s about the Pellet family and our journey.