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It’s Time

After that big heading – ‘It’s Time’ – I have to admit that there is no grand announcement.

I have thoroughly enjoyed a book about time this past week and had even outlined a blog post based on it. Then this morning our pastor preached about ‘time’. I sense that God has a lesson for me to learn, and this blog post is my way of processing. If it helps another person along the way, that’s even better.

This is not how you’re meant to start a post. Bloggers are advised to start with an attention grabbing question. If you’re still with me, here goes … take two.

How do I use well the weeks allotted to me?

Did you know that, on average, Americans live for four thousand weeks each? The overall lifespan of Australians is a little longer. You can check those figures and more here if you’re interested: https://apps.who.int/gho/data/node.main.688

I have spent one of my four thousand weeks at home this past week. I had a lovely weekend staying with dear friends seven days ago, one of whom later tested positive for covid. Hence my time at home.

I have enjoyed a leisurely week of pottering about. I have done some long overdue jobs. I’ve spent time with friends online. And I have read a book. A book called ‘Four Thousand Weeks’ by Oliver Burkeman.

Then today, in our associate’s pastor’s sermon on ‘time’ – a similar topic – I was challenged again. In case you wondered, of course I ‘attended’ church online. I am isolating until a whisker past midnight tonight, as I write. God willing.

καιρὸς (kairos) – Time for something significant

The opening line of today’s sermon was, ‘It’s Time’. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, and so I am naming this blog post, ‘It’s Time’. Thanks, Pastor Andrew.

We learnt about the Greek concept of καιρὸς (kairos), which is the sense of ‘time’ in terms of it being the opportune time for a particular event or action. In the written records of Jesus’ announcement, ‘The time has come,’ at the beginning of his public ministry, for example, the word καιρὸς (kairos) was used.

Our pastor challenged us to seek God’s direction and to commit wholeheartedly to that to which he is calling us, holding ourselves accountable to one another. His own calling, and that of his family, is fairly clear … it was time for them to say goodbye and move to a new sphere of ministry. This was his ‘farewell sermon’.

What I am doing with my four thousand weeks? I’m already well over halfway through. Although not unhappy with the way I’ve spent my first 2821 weeks, I’d like to be more intentional about how I use the time that remains to me.

In the rest of this blog post, I will share just three gems from that book, ‘Four Thousand Weeks’. The author does not purport to be a Christian, but the insights I have gleaned from the wisdom of that self-proclaimed ‘former productivity guru’ are certainly applicable to people like me. And that probably includes you, if you’re still reading along.

Accept our limitations

Over this past week at home, I rather fancied digging up my garden and shovelling compost through it all, fixing the gate, cleaning the walls, writing the first draft of a book, organising my cupboards and drawers, sorting the contents of my fridge and freezer, working through a Tibetan language textbook, reading the book about time that I have referred to as well as a travel book about a couple walking along the south-west coast of Britain and keeping up my usual online commitments.

Can you guess how much of that ambitious list I actually achieved?

We are not God. We are not even autonomous. The Bible is full of instructions and examples of how we are members of a body, each with different roles and gifts.

Pick three priorities, advised the author of ‘Four Thousand Weeks’. Then focus on one at a time.

One.

Of course, it’s fine to potter in the garden and keep my home clean and tidy. But I need to let go of unreasonable aspirations. Most dangerous, Burkeman suggests, are those things which we REALLY want to do and which may well rank fourth or fifth in our list of priorities.

He suggests that procrastination is caused, in part, by our unwillingness to accept our limitations. We put off doing something important because we think that we should be able to do it and everything else as well. We refuse to accept the alternative.

I have a book project. I’m excited about it. Yet most days I put off working on my book, even though I would call it a very high priority. Instead of sitting down to it, I busy myself with administrative tasks, check social media and the news headlines, trim my toenails, empty my compost container and more. None of these things are bad and some are even necessary … but I can’t do everything. If the book is my priority, then working on the book is what I want to be doing first and foremost.

It’s time … time to accept my limitations and to choose my priorities.

Accept the ‘pain’ of imperfection

I want it and I want it NOW.

‘It’ being success and completion. Now every author will tell you that before their book or article is published, they produce a pretty poor first draft. Their second draft isn’t much better. But they keep working on it. This blog post included.

The author of ‘Four Thousand Weeks’ suggests that we need to learn to face the pain of incompletion and of exerting patience. That, too, I realise, is another reason why I procrastinate with my writing project. It isn’t comfortable to have a far-less-than-perfect project. In fact, sometimes it feels almost painful to just sit and focus on even a small section of it. I’m a modern woman who is used to sound bite equivalents of information and I am ridiculously easily distracted.

As followers of Jesus, should we not be even more equipped than the average atheist to accept the pain of imperfection? There are many magnificent passages in the New Testament about this frustration, along with the hope of one day finally being perfect, like Jesus. The apostle Paul expressed it like this:

I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 3:10-14 NIV

It’s time … time to accept the pain of imperfection and push through.

Break tasks down

We have, on average, about four thousand weeks in life. What can I do in one week?

We have 24 hours in a day. What can I do in one hour?

I have 20 minutes right now. What can I do in 20 minutes?

The author of ‘Four Thousand Weeks’ formerly wrote about techniques to improve productivity – that was his profession. It’s a rather niche market, I know. These days, he focuses more on writing about how to live a fulfilled life.

His tip about breaking big jobs down into smaller units remains helpful. I’ve had success with it before, using a technique marketed as ‘The Pomodoro Technique’. How do I use the time that God has given me right here and now?

I’m feeling quite overwhelmed about the idea of writing a book. It’s too big a job. Even a simple blog post always takes far longer than I anticipate. Who am I to write about matters on which others are far better qualified? (The planned book is about cross-cultural missions.) Yet I perceive that there is a gap in the resources out there and that God has called me to write in this space.

With the help of a friend, I have already broken the dreamed-of-book down into smaller chunks. With the accountability support of another friend, I am now plugging away on it at 20 minutes at a time. Some days, I simply open the document and edit a little. If that’s all I can do, that’s fine. At least it is something.

It’s time … time to settle down and focus on one very small part of my project at a time.

It’s time

We have four thousand weeks each, on average. We can’t do everything. We are each uniquely gifted and called. What is God asking of each of us?

In my case, I sense that it is time to get this book project completed.

I love it when themes emerge from various spheres of life. This past week, it has been the book I have read (Four Thousand Weeks), outlining this blog post ready to write up today, then the sermon given at church this morning.

It’s time for action.

Well … action on the book project, anyhow.

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Jesus’ Presence in the Storm

It was a literal storm. 

All night they had strained with every fibre of each muscle in their arms, legs, backs and chests to keep the boat afloat. Wind howled, stars were obliterated by clouds, and the darkness above was as black as the waters below. Up and down, back and forth, from side to side, they were tossed about. And all that after an emotional rollercoaster of a day – the peaks and troughs of the previous day like that of the dark sea beneath their flimsy vessel. 

It had started with shocking news. One they respected, a cousin of their Lord, had been beheaded at the order of a ruler they feared.

“Come away,” said their master. But the crowds had found them.

“Feed the people,” said their master. But with what?

And then after their Lord had done the impossible, he had dismissed the crowds and sent them ahead of him in this boat.

But then this nightmare of a storm hit.

Bright light broke into the darkness. A figure emerged from the inky blackness. Was is it a ghost? Tentacles of fear tightened, threatening to squeeze the life out of their pounding hearts. 

And then the figure spoke.

“Take courage. It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

‘Leap of Faith’ by Abraham Hunter (accessed from https://abstract.desktopnexus.com)

Storms of life

It was a metaphorical storm.

The story is not mine to tell. Suffice to say that as I meditated on Jesus’ words, “It is I” – words which had caught my attention as part of my Bible Study Fellowship class (BSF) that day – I received a message.

‘Urgent, Urgent, Urgent – Please pray,’ it began.

I prayed fervently for a brother in a crisis.

“Take courage. It is I. Do not be afraid.” Those words kept surfacing in my mind.

Yes, these words are out of context. Yet the truth is that Jesus’ Spirit is in all of us who follow him in this post-Pentecost age.

He doesn’t necessarily prevent the storms, nor quell them the moment they begin, despite our frequent requests to that end.

Yet with us he most definitely is.

And so we can take courage.

ἐγώ εἰμι – ego eimi – I am

“Take courage. It is I. Do not be afraid.” (Matthew 14:27 NIV)

My interest was piqued by that middle sentence, ‘It is I’. In Greek, the original language in which the Gospel was recorded, the phrase was ἐγώ εἰμι [ego eimi], literally meaning ‘I am’. It is nicely bracketed by a pair of exhortations – Take courage,’ and ‘Do not be afraid’. 

As stormy waves buffeted their boat, the distressed disciples could indeed take heart in one fact and one fact alone.

Their beloved teacher had arrived.

When the ancient Hebrew Scriptures were translated into the Greek of New Testament times, ‘Ego eimi’ appeared in the translation. It was the phrase used to translate the name of God given in Exodus 3:13-14 when God revealed himself as the ‘I AM”.

In declaring to his terrified disciples that night on the tumultuous sea that he was ‘I AM’, Jesus was claiming nothing less than divinity. He was – and is – in very nature God.

And that was good reason for courage and confidence, even while the storm raged.

Focus

Peter responded to Jesus’ words with a request.

“Lord, if it is you,” Peter said, “Tell me to come to you.”

In my mind, I can almost hear Peter yelling these words over the howl of the wind and the crashing of the waves.

“Come,” Jesus replied.

Lots could be written about what happened next, but space is limited. Suffice to say that Peter needed to focus on Jesus rather than on his stormy environment. When he looked to his Lord, he walked. When he looked about him, he began to sink.

‘Saved by Grace’ by Abraham Hunter (accessed from https://abstract.desktopnexus.com)

A storm stilled

And then Jesus got into the boat.

The wind died down, the waves dissipated, and I imagine the stars even shone.

Those who were in the boat worshipped him, saying “Truly, you are the son of God.” (Matthew 14:33 NIV)

Then and now

That was then. This is now.

Their storm was literal. Ours are more often metaphorical.

Yet the truth remains. In the midst of our storms, Jesus – the great ‘I AM’ – is with us.

And so we can take courage. We need not fear.

Lord Jesus, please will you help us to keep our focus fixed firmly on you. We ask this for your glory as well as for our well-being.

Amen.

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Chinese New Year and New Year Resolutions – Take Two

It’s the first day of the Year of the Tiger. And a chance for a fresh start with my New Year’s Resolution. I will get a third chance at Losar (Tibetan New Year) next month. 

Why is it so hard to do what my head and heart both want to do anyhow? 

My 2022 resolution

My 2022 resolution has the potential to increase my productivity no end.

It is this: In 2022, I will ‘pray my distractions’. 

My distractions are usually to be found in the kitchen and on electronic gadgets. In the kitchen, the kettle, coffee percolator, fridge and pantry lure me, and not just at mealtimes. On the phone or iPad, I can often be found checking the news or scanning social media or looking at one of the six apps I use to stay connected with different groups of people. Yes … I regularly use six different platforms for communicating with people, in addition to telephone calls and emails. I am, after all, a modern woman.

Hence deciding to ‘pray my distractions’.

I can’t claim credit for the concept. As I prepared for a particular talk early in 2022, I read a fabulous article written by a local Christian leader here in Melbourne who ‘prays his distractions.’ His distractions seem more ‘grown-up’ than mine, though no doubt there is a deeper root to my apparent inability to focus on the tasks which I am avoiding through such distractions.

“I try to turn my distractions into prayers. For my distractions are usually my worries or fears. The best thing to do is to pray them.”

Reverend Peter Adam, https://au.thegospelcoalition.org/article/are-you-practising-the-presence-of-god/ Nov 2020

Why is it so hard to stick to our resolutions? 

Just this evening, before sitting down to write this blog post, I stood in front of my fabulous pantry. (It’s fabulous because it was only built a few months ago and the novelty has not yet worn off.) 

I reached for the chocolate. 

Although there is nothing wrong with enjoying a special treat now and then, the main reason I was nibbling was to avoid doing what I wanted to do anyhow … to write a blog post. Isn’t that madness? 

And no, I did not pray my distraction. I forgot. 

But I sure enjoyed the chocolate.

My new pantry … the chocolate is in one of those little wire baskets

It is easy to become discouraged. Yet I remind myself that I’m in good company. Even the great apostle Paul struggled. 

So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched person I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!

So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God’s law, but in my sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.

Romans 7:21-25 NIV

Hope

As Christians, we live in an stage of ‘now and not yet’. Jesus has delivered me from the power of sin, and yet still I struggle for I am flesh-and-blood-human. Struggle is normal. Life isn’t meant to be easy.

Let me say it again. This is a truth I know yet need reminding of as I start afresh with my New Years Resolution for 2022.

Struggle is normal. Life isn’t meant to be easy. 

That sounds pessimistic, but it is true. The Bible teaches clearly that there is a cosmic battle between the powers of Light and the powers of Darkness. We are caught up in that battle, whether we like it or not. 

But there is hope. A certain hope. A hope which keeps us going through the difficulties. 

And so I start again. Praying my distractions, that is. 

The Year of the Tiger

Today is the first day of the Year of the Tiger. I wonder what it will hold? 

Perhaps it will be the year in which the pandemic will fizzle out? Am I dreaming? 

Will it be a year in which we become perfect? That time will come for each of us, when “… what is mortal may be swallowed up by life” (2 Corinthians 5:4 NIV). However, I don’t expect that will happen for me in 2022 … I have plenty more living to do in this easily distracted state yet. 

The Year of the Tiger will most likely be a year of ongoing struggle in one form or another. And that is as it should be. For we are still living in a broken world, even though we are marked with God’s Spirit, partnering with him in his work, and full of hope for eternity with God.

But lest you think I’m overly negative, let me add that I expect that 2022 will also involve chocolate and laughter and friendships and more. I thoroughly enjoy life. The struggles are annoying but they don’t sap my joy.

Happy Chinese New Year!

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