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Are You Worn Out?

If you are just skimming this blog and don’t have time to respond, please comment below with “no time.” Thanks!

I’ve just started reading Margin: Restoring Emotional, Physical, Financial, and Time Reserves to Overloaded Lives. by Richard A. Swenson, M.D. I plan to blog a lot about what I’m reading there.

Before I do, thought, let me start by issuing a request for comments…

Just to get the discussion going, please respond to as few or as many of these questions as you’d like:

  1. Are you “worn out?”
  2. How do you know if you’re “worn out?” What does “worn out” look like?
  3. Do you long for the “good old days” when people had time and weren’t so rushed? Or is that just selective memory - do you think things have always been rushed?
  4. Do you have a close, personal relationship with anyone who is decidedly not pressed for time, not pressed for money, not lamenting how out-of-shape they are, and not stressed out? If so, how old is that person?
  5. Which makes you feel more guilty: not doing enough, or being so busy you have no room to love?

Death Awaits Us All

It’s getting so it seems like everywhere I turn, someone is dying prematurely - or so it seems.

In July, a coworker lost his son unexpectedly.

David posted some reflections (here, here) that brought death to the fore.

One of those posts led me here - the account of a local gal struck down by breast cancer.

This just came to my attention too: a young man named Rick Pearson started feeling sick in June. On Friday, leukemia claimed his life at the young age of 23.

On Saturday, a fellow at church got word that his father had suffered a massive heart attack and died.

This morning, I caught up with Tim Challies’ blog describing the mix of emotions that accompanies watching someone die.

Yesterday was the fourth September 11. And of course, there is Hurricane Katrina, and that reminds us of the tsunami last Christmas…

Going farther back, when we started attending our church a year and a half ago, we met one family that endured the pain of a stillborn child and another family that just suffered the loss of its husband and father - leaving a thirtysomething widow with five fatherless children, none of whom were yet in their teens.

Watching Band of Brothers recently, I was struck by the way death was no less horrible in war, but it was utterly expected. Maybe that’s the problem… we forget to expect death.

Louie Giglio once taught at North Point Community Church about something in the news (at the time) called a “quarter-life crisis” that young people were going through at the age of 21 or so. He identified the big lie in that assessment: the assumption that “you get 80.” For Rick Pearson, his “quarter-life crisis” would have happened when he was about six - roughly my oldest daughter’s age.

Yesterday, Dan taught on the question of “Are You Safe?,” introducing a series on being sure you’re a Christian. It seems like a good question to be asking right about now…

This place is no home worth living for.

And yet, death is horrible - while my hope is fully and exclusively invested in the resurrection of Christ, I still find a certain Pollyanna-like flavor to all the “now he’s with Jesus” sentiment you often hear when a follower of Christ dies. After all, death is the wages of sin, right? It is a form of punishment, right? That means it’s not a Good Thing™, right?

Death is certain.

Death is unnatural.

Death is terrible.

We have no hope this side of death.

So I embrace life with a loose grip, recognizing it as a gift from God with joys in the here-and-now, only to end painfully, sadly, and terribly - but hoping above all for a new life, free from horror and futility, in the incorruptible and unending Kingdom of God.

The History Channel has a great documentary on tonight (September 9, 8:00 EDT; I saw it when it aired Monday) called Rome: Engineering an Empire.

They show how Rome engineered bridges, roads, aqueducts, the Colosseum (called the “Flavian Amphitheater” at the time - named for its sponsor, just like Turner Field and other modern examples), the Pantheon, and more.

It was a great show - two hours just flew right by and it was very well done. It was also free of the history-professor nonsense about “everybody in the world who ever did anything important was gay” kind of stuff. Just history, architecture, and engineering. Very cool.

Did you know?
Construction of the Colosseum started in 72 AD. An inscription on the Colosseum suggests that the funds used to finance its construction came from the plunder Rome took from the Temple when it sacked Jerusalem in 70 AD.

P.S. Useless trivia: Peter Weller - the actor who played RoboCop - is also a history professor at Syracuse University and is interviewed on a number of occasions during the show.

Hurricane Katrina offers an opportunity to reflect on the status quo, which, as one wag put it, is Latin for “the mess we’s in.”

I’ve seen Mayor What’s-His-Name from New Orleans calling for someone to come in and rebuild his city. The governors of the gulf states have been a little better, but only a little; and President Bush has done an adequate job that still falls short of inspiring.

The news networks have made much of the rich-vs.-poor divide and racial tensions in the afflicted states, and have been careful to make sure I’m apprised of the latest news concerning the disappearance of Natalee Holloway in Aruba.

It seems like everywhere I turn for news I see Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. (Parenthetically, I wonder how many black Americans resent being represented by those clowns the same way I resent being lumped in under Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell?)

Chief Justice William Rehnquist has died. Get ready for some ugliness on Capitol Hill - even by the Hill’s notorious standards.

David Brooks compares the status quo to the 1970’s, when pessimism and gloom overtook the country.

…It is beginning to feel a bit like the 1970’s, another decade in which people lost faith in their institutions and lost a sense of confidence about the future.

“Rats on the West Side, bedbugs uptown/What a mess! This town’s in tatters/I’ve been shattered,” Mick Jagger sang in 1978.

Midge Decter woke up the morning after the night of looting during the New York blackout of 1977 feeling as if she had “been given a sudden glimpse into the foundations of one’s house and seen, with horror, that it was utterly infested and rotting away.”

It took the vision, leadership, and optimism of Ronald Reagan to get us out of that mess, and he inaugurated that leadership with these words:

We must act today in order to preserve tomorrow. And let there be no misunderstanding - we’re going to begin to act beginning today. The economic ills we suffer have come upon us over several decades. They will not go away in days, weeks, or months, but they will go away. They will go away because we as Americans have the capacity now, as we have had in the past, to do whatever needs to be done to preserve this last and greatest bastion of freedom.

In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem. From time to time we’ve been tempted to believe that society has become too complex to be managed by self-rule, that government by an elite group is superior to government for, by, and of the people. But if no one among us is capable of governing himself, then who among us has the capacity to govern someone else?

All of us together - in and out of government - must bear the burden. The solutions we seek must be equitable with no one group singled out to pay a higher price. We hear much of special interest groups. Well our concern must be for a special interest group that has been too long neglected. It knows no sectional boundaries, or ethnic and racial divisions, and it crosses political party lines. It is made up of men and women who raise our food, patrol our streets, man our mines and factories, teach our children, keep our homes, and heal us when we’re sick - professionals, industrialists, shopkeepers, clerks, cabbies, and truck drivers. They are, in short, “We the People.” This breed called Americans.

I’m not going to lament (as so many do) that we just need to find another Reagan to stir us to greatness: did you hear what the man said? He said we are what’s necessary for greatness, not a president, governor, mayor, judge, orator, news network, talk show host, or minister. Are you simply stirred by his words? Or are you stirred to action?

And yet… we need a leader. Nature abhors a vacuum, and we have a leadership vacuum right now. Who will fill it? Will it be Rev. Al? Brother Jesse? Senator Clinton? There are lots of wounded people out there - needy, like sheep without a shepherd, as someone once said - but multitudes of wounded are sure to attract more predators than saviors.

Dan taught yesterday that tragedy reveals where we’ve put our trust, or to use the “spiritual” word, faith. Clearly, we can’t trust our leadership any more than we can trust the weather. Trusting yourself is too often a recipe for disaster, but a measure of self-reliance is surely a good thing. Just take a guess whom we ought to be trusting: then ask yourself whether your life is aligned with that obvious answer, and if not, why?

I only pray that God will have mercy on us all in the years to come: people are hungry for someone, anyone, to lead them. May God spare us from the likes of a King Saul or a Hitler who comes to power on account of a short-sighted rush to fill the leadership vacuum and give us what we want instead of what we need.