I managed to wrangle a few days this week to meet my sister and her family up in the Finger Lakes region of New York. Venturing to a place called Chimney Bluffs on Lake Ontario, I experienced a rainy, cool and very breezy day (if you can call a wind tunnel "breezy"). Since I like photography, my trusty Canon was along for the ride.
It was a good day. Despite the weather, which provided a rather non-colorized gray sky, I got some good pictures. But after tripping through the stones on the shore, jumping out of the waves to keep my feet dry, struggling up the side of the bluff, fighting the wind, constantly readjusting my hood to keep my ears from freezing off, and having achieved mucho-megabites of photos I can use to try to keep my parish nursing ministry alive, I realized I was missing something.
You see, when I was younger - before I had too much to do and not enough time to do it in - I always had time for God amidst the wonders of his creation. Nature always provided profound moments for me to experience "the Other." Those were the moments that helped me place what I was and who I was in and against the world. Amidst life's pain, confusion and disappointment, it was those moments that helped me experience the profundity of God, to lose myself in him, to worship and to pray. As I made my way off the bluff today, I realized that those moments had become fewer and farther between. Realizing I had missed out on the most important part of my walk, I hesitated and considered stopping to meditate, but the hour was getting late. I wanted to spend more deliberate time with God, but chose not to.
As pastors and parish nurses, we become virtually useless to ourselves and to others without taking time alone with God, because we lose the core of our ministry. It is our relationship with God that we tend to neglect as we get busier, but it is that relationship that led us to our vocation in the first place. Without nurturing our spirits, our attempts to nurture others become a witness of hollow words. We encourage others to do things we no longer do. Of course, we intend to spend time with God, and although that pull to be alone with the Lord increases, our time gets waylaid by the less important things of our lives.
Take time. Take time to experience God's creation. Take time to meditate and to pray. Take time to LISTEN to God. Get rid of your camera, or whatever it is that keeps you from seeking him, so you can experience once again the God who led you into service for him.
Do I love the fact that I got some good pictures today? You bet. But I wish I had more fully experienced God's creation by setting my camera down for a bit and taken the time to abide with him in a more focused manner through his magnificent creation. God still loves me, I know. So thank you, Lord, for your understanding and grace. Goodness! You've made a magnificent world!
It was a good day. Despite the weather, which provided a rather non-colorized gray sky, I got some good pictures. But after tripping through the stones on the shore, jumping out of the waves to keep my feet dry, struggling up the side of the bluff, fighting the wind, constantly readjusting my hood to keep my ears from freezing off, and having achieved mucho-megabites of photos I can use to try to keep my parish nursing ministry alive, I realized I was missing something.
You see, when I was younger - before I had too much to do and not enough time to do it in - I always had time for God amidst the wonders of his creation. Nature always provided profound moments for me to experience "the Other." Those were the moments that helped me place what I was and who I was in and against the world. Amidst life's pain, confusion and disappointment, it was those moments that helped me experience the profundity of God, to lose myself in him, to worship and to pray. As I made my way off the bluff today, I realized that those moments had become fewer and farther between. Realizing I had missed out on the most important part of my walk, I hesitated and considered stopping to meditate, but the hour was getting late. I wanted to spend more deliberate time with God, but chose not to.
As pastors and parish nurses, we become virtually useless to ourselves and to others without taking time alone with God, because we lose the core of our ministry. It is our relationship with God that we tend to neglect as we get busier, but it is that relationship that led us to our vocation in the first place. Without nurturing our spirits, our attempts to nurture others become a witness of hollow words. We encourage others to do things we no longer do. Of course, we intend to spend time with God, and although that pull to be alone with the Lord increases, our time gets waylaid by the less important things of our lives.
Take time. Take time to experience God's creation. Take time to meditate and to pray. Take time to LISTEN to God. Get rid of your camera, or whatever it is that keeps you from seeking him, so you can experience once again the God who led you into service for him.
Do I love the fact that I got some good pictures today? You bet. But I wish I had more fully experienced God's creation by setting my camera down for a bit and taken the time to abide with him in a more focused manner through his magnificent creation. God still loves me, I know. So thank you, Lord, for your understanding and grace. Goodness! You've made a magnificent world!