I ate too much over Thanksgiving. Karen is an awesome cook and after the main
meals are done, there is always the pressure of leftovers sitting there that
will go bad if they’re not eaten in a certain time frame. So, at any given time of the day, I am perpetually munching – loading more food into an already stressed digestive
The best part was all of the community. There were people in the house, staying up
late, eating, playing games, watching movies and jabbering to all hours of the
I’d sometimes stay up till 2:00 in the
morning reading in bed to unwind. I’d
come stumbling down the steps six hours later only to discover that someone
else had already made the coffee. And there at the kitchen table, a debrief of the previous evening was already underway.
So, I’d sit there, get the coffee, unconsciously grab
some more calories to stuff in my face, and make a chip shot contribution or two to the conversation. By then it
would be a 50-50 proposition as to whether my self-discipline was sufficient to
get me to whip out the Bible and try connecting with God. And pretty soon, the rest of the maddening
crowd had spilled out of bed, and the idea of getting any time alone with the
Lord was a lost cause.
So at the end of those wonderful four days of seeing
my kids home from college and all our friends and all the activity, I’ve got to
confess, I’m feeling physically bloated and spiritually disconnected.
Someone will say, “Give yourself a break, the idea
that you’ve got to have a quiet time is legalistic.”
Maybe so, but I thrive with a morning routine. Look, most of the time I’m struggling just to come up for air spiritually. How I got to this position of spiritual authority in certain people’s lives is a mystery to me. You should try living in my skin – it’s hard work!
I need dedicated time with the Lord or I just
start having a bad attitude right off the bat.
I start wondering if I ever in my life heard God’s voice. Negative thoughts that aren’t my thoughts
start drifting through my mind. Pretty
soon, I turn into this person that other people in the house are avoiding. I can even read spiritual books, but I still
feel like a mess.
So, on the one hand, I love the holidays because of the
down time and the relationships, and on the other, I just know that I’m going
to need to put myself into spiritual rehab when it’s all over. Today I went on a long run and poured my heart
out to God. I think we’re still on
speaking terms. I’ll be going to bed at
a reasonable hour tonight.
Also, see the article: Sons of Sceva: Wielding true spiritual authority