New Year's Retreat is coming up…our theme: [hard]core. It's gonna be awesome.
Then, in February, it's Dnow weekend with Pat Cammarata (www.thereismore.net) and Justin Cofield Band (www.justincofieldband.com).
In March, we hit some crazy Spring Break action, then a big area-wide service project called Project Serve in April.
May is an Alice Cooper soundtrack, full of graduation/baccalaureate/school's-out-for-summer frenzy.
June is Beach Break (high school camp).
July is VBS and Camp 7.8 (middle school camp)
August begins with band/football practices, some back-to-school stuff, and ….school.
By September, we're into the fall groove, but October brings Halloween, Fall Festivals, and the kick-off of, yes, running season. (completely new to me).
Then, there's the holiday frenzy of November and December…nuff said.
Then it's New Year's Retreat all over again.
My point? We've bought into the routine that we just go from event to event, trying to keep our spiritual batteries charged. If we can just keep 'the world' from draining us dry, and stay plugged in to the activites that 'charge' us…we'll make it just fine. The problem is that batteries will ALWAYS run out. Even the rechargable NiMH battery in my iPod had to be replaced this week.
What a stack of dopes we are.
Instead of seeing ourselves as needing to recharge…why not envision our spiritual life as an engine? Maybe we need to realize we need to focus on keeping the gas tank full instead of just trying to 'make it' from event to event to keep our batteries charged. Maybe we need to constantly stop and top off the tank so we can keep going…and going…and going. Why are we so dry and thirsty when, in John 4, Jesus said we would never thirst? Maybe because we're not regularly drinking from the well of Living Water.
To be honest, I've got so much to do today, I don't have time to be writing this. I've got errands to run, chapel to do for the football team, a stage to set up for Sunday morning, a lunch appointment, and a desk that looks like remnants of a post-Katrina Superdome. And the fuel light on my truck beeped at me the whole way to the church this morning. Did I stop? Nope. I don't have time.
If you see me on the side of the road…it's my own fault.