Not all busyness is bad. Being spent for the souls of our people is good busyness. But the busyness of people-pleasing, the busyness of controlling, the busyness of doing work you aren’t called to, the busyness of performance for your sake, the busyness of “everything rises and falls on you” is toxic and only adds to the waste and stank of Leviathan.
Spurgeon.org has been completely overhauled, and it is gorgeous. Excellent stuff.
I have spent virtually all of my adult life encouraging people to pursue their supreme satisfaction in God. I have argued that saving faith in Jesus Christ does not just bear the fruit of joy, but in fact, even more profoundly, is itself a species of joy. Saving faith at its root means being satisfied with all that God is for us in Jesus.
David McLemore offers some great advice here.
If the ease of life is the proof of God’s love, we must be the most loved Christians in history since no one dies from the mumps, measles, influenza, or the common cold anymore.
But this isn’t true.
I can only come to one of two conclusions about my frustration over this inevitable fact of life: either I am the center of the universe and you all don’t know, or — I am not the center of the universe and I am upset that you all know.
A favorite from the archives:
I came home yesterday and found my daughters reading on the couch (which is every dad’s dream). Hannah was reading a graphic novel about a girl and a unicorn. Abigail had a copy of the first Nancy Drew book.
“How is it?” I asked. Normally, she says something like “It’s pretty good,” or “I like it.” This time, though, was different. She looked up at me, with a great big grin, and said, “It’s gripping!”
(When talking to her mother earlier that day, she was more emphatic, saying, “I don’t just like it—it’s gripping!”)
This is what every dad wants to hear, isn’t it? At least, if we’re readers. I want my girls to find books they enjoy. To find books that are fun and exciting. Books that grip them.