Lately, I’ve been reconsidering what it means to waste time. So much of what I do never gets any results (that I desire), whether it’s completing numerous job applications, exhorting friends to love their families or even tweaking guitar tones.
I’m not sure what to make of this. Perhaps I should find more meaning in these seemingly mundane activities. Perhaps I derive too much meaning from results. Perhaps my desire to control has devalued my enjoyment of many experiences.
Obviously, there are many things that waste time. I probably indulge in many things that are, indeed, a waste. (Staying up late to listen to weird German music or reading interviews with Elton John come to mind.) I know what I should spend my time on; I guess I sometime struggle with feeling good about those choices.
I wrote that a few days ago, but I feel compelled to follow up with quoting a few paragraphs from Os Guinness’ Prophetic Untimeliness (which I just finished reading).
If we define all that we are before our great Caller and live our lives before on audience–the Audience of One–then we cannot define or decide our own achievements and our own success…
How do we each react when we find that our noblest dreams and most profound strivings are staring in the face of failure? Never for one moment must we allow ourselves an excuse to ease up in pursuing God’s call. Not for a second can we think of taking the bitter pill of apparent failure and sugarcoating it with rationalizations about the difficult times in which we live.
God knew the times in which he called us to live, and he alone knows the outcome of our times as he knows the outcome of our lives and our work. Our “failures” may be his success. Our “settbacks” may prove his turning points. Our “disasters” may turn out to be his triumphs. What maters for us is that his gifts are our calling.
So every day our work is like a prayer. And every day we give back all we can of God’s gifts to him–with love, and trust, and hope.
That is, indeed, encouraging.