“Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.” – Psalm 46:10
Thursday afternoon I found myself sitting at the intersection of Durant and Capital, waiting the requisite six to eight minutes for the light to change (maybe a slight exaggeration!). I looked up and noticed the pack of cars gathered on the opposite side, waiting for their opportunity to move on up the highway. I wondered about them, about the people driving, about the passengers. I wondered where they were going.
It seems to me that we spend a lot of time going, and very little time actually being.
Both traveling and arriving are worthwhile. My faith tells me that life is all about the journey. It’s nice to be confident regarding where I’ll end up, but in the meanwhile it’s the journey that sustains me and keeps me interested.
BEING over GOING:
The Lord is my shepherd;
I have all that I need.
He lets me rest in green meadows;
he leads me beside peaceful streams.
He renews my strength. – Psalm 23
Then I wonder sometimes if we get so caught up in getting somewhere quickly, efficiently, that we forget to actually enjoy the process itself. That means that even the journey necessarily involves being rather than going. Like at the light at Durant and Capital for nine to eleven minutes (I may well be exaggerating).
I read a great thought once by author Paul Knitter. I’m paraphrasing because I can’t find it, but the essence goes like this: “The western mindset says, ‘don’t just sit there, do something!’ But the Buddhist would say, ‘don’t just do something, sit there!'”
Point being we can be so consumed by frenetic doing that, too often, we miss the beauty of the journey itself. And sometimes the best parts of the journey involve just sitting there.
Well I’m not so sure that the best part of my journey Thursday afternoon was just sitting there at Durant and Capital for the best part of twelve to fifteen minutes (I may well be exaggerating); but I did just sit there for a good hour and a half over lunch with my friend Grady. And that’s unusual because even our relationships tend to become leveraged into our irrational compulsion to be at the next thing, or on our way there, right now.
And the just sitting there was good. It may be true that in aging we literally see time moving more speedily before our very eyes… but if we are wise we also learn that time is comprised of a collection of moments, and it is in the moments that we actually live.
Hmm, I like that: Time is comprised of a collection of moments, and it is in the moments that we actually live.
Even if it’s stuck at the light at the intersection of Durant and Capital for a good fifteen to twenty minutes (of course, I may be exaggerating just a little).
Peace. And deep breaths. And more moments – DEREK