
So ...
Christmas has come and gone and Happy New Year celebrations are next on the calendar.
The Big Ball will drop in New York. The Moon Pie will drop in Mobile, AL. The Who Dat will march and dance in The Big Easy.
Meanwhile, here in sleepy little Pascagoula, many are longing for quiet. And for the most part we get to enjoy our fair share of it.
Quiet. Solitude. Rest. Peace. Rare commodities in today's crazy mixed up war-torn world.
One of my favorite 90s worship song lyrics reads, " ... in the secret, in the quiet place, in the stillness, You are there ...". (*Andy Park, In The Secret)
Scripture reminds me, " ... be still, and know that I am God ..." (Psalm 46:10)
My beautiful precious wife has nearly mastered the art of stillness. She is the steady rock in our family. She is very much an emotional creature, but her emotions are very much in check and disciplined. On the other hand, I am the spontaneous, ADHD, all-over-the-map emotional roller-coaster. Only by God's amazing Grace has she survived our 31-years of marriage, prefaced by three years of lovesick courtship! (( I owe you honey-- BIG TIME! ))
As the year 2016 quickly approaches, I am seeking the heart of the Father more intentionally than ever. Part of my seeking will need to include more stillness. Quiet. Solitude. And, that will be one of my most difficult challenges.
You see, I am a Producer by nature. It's in my DNA. Give me a project -- and, it's ON like a chicken bone!
I probably inherited this behavioral and genetic code from both parents, who grew up on farms near small-town America in the heyday of the 1940s and 50s, following the horrors of the Great Depression in America. Their parents had learned to make something of nothing. Live off the raw land. Work, work, work ... all day from dawn to dusk ... and then some! The trait has passed on into my bloodline, and thus, the challenge of Quiet stares me down.
The Producer in me finds in almost sinful to ... rest, take solitude, and be still.
Something about the Puritanical influence of early America seemed to drill into our forefathers and mothers the idea that WORK, in and of itself, is somehow spiritual and noble. And, those who cannot, or will not work are simply ... unfit, unbecoming, and certainly undeserving of the privileges and liberties provided to those who pursue happiness. I mean, that's downright un-American! Right?!
But, what about Sabbath rest? Isn't there a godly place for rest? Of course, the answer is a resounding YES.
Today, in our sleepy little hometown, it's the week between Christmas Day and New Years Day. Some are tying up end-of-the-year deadlines and loose-ends. Many who can afford to, have deserted sleepy-little-town for more luxurious surroundings where they might toast the New Year with loved ones, friends, or associates to the delight of party and pizazz. Yet others, like me, are simply longing for ... Quiet. Rest. Sabbath.
Whatever might be on your plate today, I urge you to embrace the challenge that God Himself issues to everyone of us ... especially, Producers. Be STILL. And KNOW Him.
Here's to a Happy New Year filled with blessing and prosperity. But first ... find your Quiet Place.