The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. ~ Psalm23:1
“Hurry up and Wait”
I have an advantage over the others; I have learned the value of waiting. No, I have not perfected waiting, I just know there is an art to it. As a barber’s son and retired shoeshine boy, I have logged many hours just watching people wait. Some are better than others.
“Back in my day,” a phrase I am growing more and more fond of, life moved more slowly. We didn’t have instant anything. The closest thing to space age was Tang and Jiffy Pop. Those two items still amaze me.
I went to my local barber shop a few days ago. I was in a hurry. I don’t remember why, but there was surely an important reason for my rush. The shop was busy, very busy. Darn. Oh well, I have my Blackberry and I can keep up the hurried pace. But something in my barber’s son DNA kicked in; I put my gadget away and decided to wait. It was everything I remembered it to be.
Finding the Shepherd’s Flock
Dallas Willard offers this advice for the person who would “Find the Flock”, i.e. know the peace of green pastures. You must, “Ruthlessly eliminate the hurry from your life… hurry is the great enemy of spiritual life in our day, and it is different even from being busy.” Willard says that hurry is “disease of the soul” and that it makes you unable to live in the presence of God, unable to wait for Him, and unable to hear His voice.
If the evil one can’t separate you from God through sin, then hurry will do. Who earned this day? Which of you merited the fresh breath of a new morning? What shall it profit a man if he should gain the whole world (even if he hurries) and lose his soul. Mark 8:36
to be continued . . .
Here’s to all those guys who waited in Dad’s barber shop. TO YOU, oh Farmer whose wife is buying groceries and cackling around town; TO YOU oh Loafer who taught me the meaning of loitering and remain my existential hero; TO YOU Blue Collar Workman who found respite and comfort; TO YOU Regular Guy who found the barbershop to be a happy medium between a beer-joint and Baptist church; TO YOU Mr. B.S. who told your whoppers and enjoyed them most of all; TO YOU Guy Who Told Mr. B.S. that he was full of it; TO YOU, the men who climbed into my shoe shine chair and gave me the privilege of earning a quarter. To each person who enjoyed the wait, I salute you.