This morning at our Tabor College class here in Adelaide we are talking about the pressures that distract our lives. I began with a devotional juxtaposing the version of Psalm 23 (antithesis) which I know I have quoted before and the real Psalm 23. We are more and more concerned about how the increasing rate of communication and modern life is shaping us and our faith in ways that we do not even recognize. Above all our increasing busyness makes it very difficult for us to relax, listen and discern the voice of God.
Interestingly we also came across this article from the Wall Street Journal August 21 Not So fast, which heightens some of these concerns. The article is adapted from John freeman’s book The Tyranny of E-Mail. It has been a great article for me to reflect on as I have been sharing more about the fact that we are far more effective as God’s people when we take the time to slow down and listen to God.
The speed at which we do something—anything—changes our experience of it. Words and communication are not immune to this fundamental truth. The faster we talk and chat and type over tools such as email and text messages, the more our com munication will resemble traveling at great speed. Bumped and jostled, queasy from the constant ocular and muscular adjust ments our body must make to keep up, we will live in a constant state of digital jet lag.
So read the article, read through Psalm 23 Antithesis then read through the real Psalm 23, rest, relax and spend some time listening to God. If you don’t have time to listen I can tell you there is something wrong with your life. Let me know what God is saying to you in the midst of this.
The clock is my dictator I shall not rest
It makes me lie down only when exhausted
It leads me to deep depression, it hounds my soul
It leads me in circles of frenzy for activity’s sake
Even though I run from task to task, I will never get it all done for my ideal is with me
Deadlines & my need for approval, they drive me
They demand performance from me beyond the limits of my schedule
They anoint my head with migraines my in-basket overflows
Surely fatigue and time pressure shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the bonds of frustration forever