When people tell me how busy I am my inclination is to reply ‘I do less than you think.’
David Murray reflects on a recent season of ill-health, his 45th birthday and a law of diminishing returns that has meant in order to continue to be productive he has had to do less.
It’s a very helpful post for those involved in pastoral life, pastoral formation and those caught up in the contemporary desire to cram more and more into life.
“God’s been hunting me down for months.”
That was my immediate and instinctive understanding of why the Lord recently sent multiple blood clots into my leg and lungs (read about it here). Three weeks and two complications later, I’m more convinced than ever that God’s been tracking me for months, with loving arrow after loving arrow, until at last He’s brought me down to the dust. Let me explain.
Up until the last year I’ve lived a more or less healthy and vigorous life. I’m 6′ 3″ and 184 lbs. Although work has pushed out regular daily exercise for a few years now, I still ski, fish, and compete at Tae Kwon Do from time to time. But over the course of the last nine months my medical file has bulged considerably (as my finances have gone the other way). Since September, I’ve had two ongoing health issues, one of which culminated in a major (and very painful) operation in November. Did that all stop me?
Not for very long.
Then came the blood clots. Top that all off with the discovery of a genetic blood clotting problem and I’m beginning to stagger to the ground (reluctantly). So just to be sure, God sent two further medical complications over recent days (I’ll spare you the gory details), one of which will be with me as long as I’m on this earth.
This is the finger of God.
STOP!
I’ve stopped.
Read the whole post at Head Heart Hand
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