OK, now that I have your attention, I could not be more serious. Here in our western culture, somehow, we've made a certain madness of what we call the "holiday season." Christmas now "begins" before Halloween. Halloween seems to begin before the 4th of July. The 4th of July starts getting pontificated before Easter. Easter gets put out right after the Christmas holidays.
You catch the drift here. I hope.
Reading some more from this heart-warming, pause-encouraging tome called The Color of Gratitude...And Other Spiritual Surprises by Robert Morneau, I came across this as I've been up extra early planning my dash through this day. Speaking of murder, encouraged here in a life-giving, not a life-taking way...it has stopeed me dead in my before dawn tracks...on page 4:
_______Time to Kill_______
Is murder a part of your history,
murder as in the killing of time?
Yesterday I had four hours
between scheduled events.
Time to kill, our culture calls it.
I refused the murder.
I took the time with me to a park,
watched the snow melting,
kids riding bikes on the ice,
a father and son hiking hand in hand.
I listened to the seagulls sing of spring,
felt the south wind wild my hair,
pondered large, melancholic questions.
It was time well spent, respected.
It was time bordering on eternity
and it offered a brief piece of peace.
The question, as I head into a packed day on this Wednesday, 26Nov14, is more for me, than you (however I do encourage you to ask it of yourself...): where will I be intentional in these coming hours in being a "time murderer"?
Between now and the first of this next year, 2015, how many hours will I allow myself to "kill"?
What will be the blessings if I do?
What will be the cost to life, mine and others, if I don't?