Crazy distractions and what really matters

Posted by on October 6, 2005

OK. I’ve been informed that it’s been too long since I’ve blogged (that’s you, KC.) Fortunately, there’s lots to talk about.

I’ve found myself really busy lately. That’s not necessarily a good thing for a pastor. It means there’s plenty to occupy my time without paying attention to my spiritual health. “I could really use some serious prayer time,” I’d say to myself in the morning and then at 9:00 p.m. after the last meeting of the evening ends, the time for it hasn’t arrived and I’m wiped out.

But God has a good sense of humor and can always find a way to get my attention. Take last Thursday, for example. I had a very full day at work and then had to go home to finish writing the prayers for Sunday’s worship and head over to an open house for a neighborhood traffic calming project since I’m the chair of the city’s committee for that. I had barely enough time to eat dinner, “rough in” the prayers, drop them by the church for Richard, our music director and then head over to help set up the open house which would begin at 6:30.

So what happened? First I was held up getting out of the office. Then I was sleepy and inefficient working on the worship stuff. And we were late preparing dinner. It was all very annoying to me.

But then Eleanor cut her finger while slicing some crusty bread – there was a lot of blood and it looked like she would need a few stitches. Obviously this took precedence. I became focused, helping Eleanor to assess the situation and get a moist cloth to apply pressure to the cut. I made a quick phone call to arrange for my dad to meet us at he emergency room so he could watch the kids when I had to leave for my open house. Then I loaded the kids into the car and took Eleanor to the hospital. Ha! I could still pull it all off!

There was no parking available close to the emergency room entrance so I dropped Eleanor off at the door and went to park. I would bring the kids in and wait for my dad. Then I would have just enough time to get to the beginning of the open house.

So I parked the car and bent over to pick up Joshua and put him in the stroller so I could bring the kids over to the ER.

RIIIIIIP! Uh oh. That didn’t sound good. I thought this kind of thing only happened in sitcoms and cartoons.

Yes, my pants had split.

Obviously I don’t keep extra pants in the car, and Eleanor needed me… so I untucked my shirt – for whatever cover that might provide – and took the kids into the ER waiting room, avoiding walking in front of people as much as possible.

This was really embarrassing and it also meant that my careful plan was now completely impossible.

The weird part is that I found it kind of funny. (The pants part, not Eleanor’s injury!) There was absolutely nothing I could do about it. It was like God was telling me to get over myself. Focus on what’s important and don’t worry about the small stuff.

I’ll stop short of framing the split pants in my office, but the message was clear nevertheless. Who said God doesn’t have a sense of humor?

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