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Out To Pastor
We were facing a very severe hurricane, and everything was being shut down. The hurricane was to hit us on a Wednesday night. Because we were in the center of where that hurricane was supposed to come, we were not allowed to get out and drive on the streets.
I knew that I had to finish all my work by Tuesday. I had radio programs to record and write my syndicated newspaper column.
With due diligence, I got everything done by Tuesday afternoon. We still had electricity, so I was able to email my radio programs, and newspaper column. I was afraid that if I had waited for my normal routine, we would have lost electricity at the least, and I would not have been able to get it all done.
I’ve never done something like this before, but I did all my week’s work on Monday and Tuesday. When I woke up Wednesday morning, I realized that I had nothing to do. All of the work for the week had already been finished, and I had nothing more to do.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I’m the kind of person that likes to work every day. I go to my office every day and work and work and work. That’s my MO. I like nothing better than working.
Now, I had the rest of the week with nothing to do. I suppose I could’ve continued working on one of my writing projects or read some books I was working on, but I had a little butterfly thought floating in my head.
What would it be like if I had nothing to do?
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage worked in her craft room and was busy with her projects. Even if the electricity went out, she had something to do in her room.
What if I just spent the next three days doing nothing?
At one time, that would’ve been a terrible thought for me. But now I’m beginning to like that thought.
As I was planning my “Nothing Days,” I realized that I couldn’t think because that would be something. Oh boy, it is hard work to do nothing.
When I got up Wednesday morning, it started to rain, and there was wind outside, so I decided to wear my pajamas all day. If I had changed into my daily pants and shirt, that would have been doing something, and I didn’t want to do anything.
I walked out to the kitchen where The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was doing something. She was making breakfast.
She asked me, “Are you going to wear your pajamas all day?”
I looked back at her and said, “I have nothing to say.”
“Do you have any plans for today?” My wife asked.
“I have nothing to say,” I responded.
She looked at me rather strangely and then walked back to her craft room to begin her projects for the day.
I just sat on my easy chair, leaned back, and enjoyed the moment.
I didn’t even look at my watch because that would be doing something. And if I’m doing nothing, why must I know what time it is?
I enjoyed three splendid days of doing nothing.
I reflected on Colossians 3:23, “And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men.”
