"The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry!"

Almost everyone that I meet these days complains of being too busy.  

After 35 years of incarceration in Shawshank Prison, Brooks Hatlen is released on probation and, on his first day as a free man, is nearly run down by a motor car - (something which hadn't been invented before he was imprisoned).  "The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry" - he writes to his buddies still on the inside.

It's great to be busy with the right stuff - but when things swing out of control it can be no laughing matter.  Just today I chatted to an engineer friend of mine who works in one of our biggest shopping centres.  He's been sick with the flu for nearly 3 weeks and working insanely late hours on top of that - so much so in fact that he's never home in time to tuck in the kids.  When it comes to rest and recuperation, his weekends don't even come close to touching sides.  

On Thursday, I had a whirlwind catch-up with a mate who was leaving that evening for 6 days holiday in Cape Town.  He reckoned he'd be chained to his laptop for at least three of those.  "Why?" I asked.  Turns out his team has been stripped down to the bone and the company he works for won't staff up.  So it's nose to the grindstone for him it would seem - with very little light at the end of the tunnel.

Work is a funny thing - (OK, not so funny a lot of the time) - when you don't have enough you get miserable and when you have too much you are so strung out that the money hardly seems worth it. 

How do we reconcile remuneration with the often overlooked spiritual purpose behind work?  They are two very different things and balancing them often proves as challenging as a game of Jenga.

Stephen da Silva in his book "Money and the Prosperous Soul" makes the critical distinction between work and toil.  The latter is to work extremely hard or incessantly.  More than this, it is an "oppressive spiritual force" which separates work from its spiritual purpose and drives away the other vital activities necessary for maintaining our connection to God and his purpose for us.

"We have embraced slavery under toil.  Not surprisingly this is linked to our slavery to debt, for our financial obligations demand that we work under toil"

Rest, says Da Silva is critical in striking the balance.  So much so in fact that God, after freeing his people from Egypt - prescribed the Sabbath not just for prayer and study but for recreation too.  In fact, until that point, no ancient society observed a day of rest like the Jews did.  

I am not about to make a law about the Sabbath itself - but I cannot help but feel that we are still required to pay the price for real recreation - yes the price - because leisure time and recreation costs - not just monetarily but in the effort and courage required to leave our gilded cells. 

"Below the surface of the commandment is the understanding that leisure is appropriate to a free people -  Leisure is conducive to freedom - and freedom is necessary for dreaming.  Without dreaming, our creativity, by which we bring solutions, beauty and all else that makes our world better, is shut down"

"Inception": best wake up call of 2012

“If we could just stay awake, perhaps we might see our way to living our dreams”

“Aren’t you worried”, my grandmother once asked me, “that with all the films you watch you’re going to lose your grip on reality?”  The comment incensed me though with hindsight, I’m prepared to concede that she may have had a point.  Indeed, her remark held special significance in light of the film I watched on Sunday afternoon.

Inception is the ludicrously successful sci-fi film which tells the story of a team of con men who infiltrate the world of dreams to influence outcomes in the real world.  I’d resisted watching the film because it seemed so ridiculously over-hyped.  On Sunday however, I gave in and, after viewing it once, took the dogs for a walk and then watched it again.  It was that good.  But you probably know that already.

Not since The Matrix and Fight Club have I been so preoccupied with a movie – I daresay I could write several posts about it (and may yet).  I left for work on Monday utterly stupefied by Inception’s brilliance, troubled by its subtle warnings and even mildly paranoid with the prospect that I might not have as firm a grip on reality as I’d once thought.

Though I may exist in the “real” world, do my dreams and (as the Apostle Paul calls them) “vain imaginations” inveigle me into a world that is somehow alien and at times even at odds with the world I am called to live in?  As T.E. Lawrence wrote in the 7 Pillars of Wisdom:

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity…”

One of the film’s haunting sub-plots deals with the failure of the hero’s wife to adjust to reality after a blissful 5 decades of “building” a dream world with her husband.  And what a world it is!  We get glimpses of it in the movie’s final throes as we are literally washed up on the shores of Cobb and Mal’s subconscious – and then carried away on a sweeping bypass of a vast and impossibly magnificent cliff-side city.  As the camera turns inland, we behold a skyline quite unlike any other we have ever known or even dreamt of.  This cityscape – though thoroughly gossamer and without foundation, is Mal’s reality.  It is here she must return to – even if it means jumping from her hotel window to achieve the “kick” that will jolt her back to that place.

Yet this world and all its beauty are caught in the relentless undertow of decay.  The great canyons that separate the fantastical skyscrapers are a moldering ruin of cracks, debris and floodwater.  In one dramatic sequence, we see the palisade condominiums peeling off in vast chunks into the swirling ocean below.  “For this world in its present form is passing away,” warns the Apostle Paul to the Corinthians.

In the “Great Divorce”, C.S. Lewis ambitiously tackles the challenge of describing the landscape of heaven.  Thought by many to contain his best use of fable and allegory, the book invites us into a spectacular world whose very foundation is Absolute Truth.  Here, at least to the unsanctified visitor, even a tiny blade of grass is as hard and sharp as a shard of high tensile steel.  In this uncompromising world, even the raindrops of a brief summer downpour have the shredding power of a million machine gun bullets.  The message is simple: reality and Truth are as hard as nails.  They are Unyielding, uncompromising and oftentimes stoically inconvenient.

While I believe that having dreams is an essential part of living out my purpose, is there perhaps a fine line which, when crossed, gives way to indulgent and aimless fantasy?  When I have crossed this line, am I still able to face reality and its frigid insistence on the facts?  Lawrence of Arabia appears to have felt strongly about this.  Having dealt with what he called “the dreamers of the night”, he turned his attention to the “dangerous men” of reality:

“… but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”

What checks and balances to do you use to keep your grip on reality?

The One Thing You Need to know

Photo courtesy of TheDominican.net

It’s been a busy week.  The modern day marketing process has become, rightly or wrongly, a most time consuming and arduous process.  At times even an unpleasant one.  

Still, the week wasn’t all heavy going.  I was blessed to end five consecutive days of daylong workshops sipping red wine with an old friend around a roaring fire in his Houghton home.  Amongst many other things, we discussed the busyness of life inside the big companies we serve.  

“It’s interesting”, my friend observed, “that given all the stress and running around, the average supermarket looks no different to what it looked like 15 years ago.  Sure, there’s nothing really wrong with them but the process of buying my household essentials seems no better, easier or different than it used to be”

I think he has half a point.  There may be more products – and some of them are improvements on what we used to get – but in general, the end result always seems to belie the undeniable increase in the stress, politics, nervous energy, endless meetings and late hours that went into producing it.

By the way, there is one exception when it comes to retail – not just when it comes to choice but to the sheer sensory dimension of the aisles.  I speak of The Food Lovers Market – a treasure trove of beautifully merchandised products from both our own and foreign shores – wines, baked goods, sauces, spices, confectionary to name but a few.  A place where, contrary to the mainstream chains, the fresh produce department actually lives up to its name and then some. 

I wouldn’t go so far as to say the owners of Food Lovers are lazy – far from it - but the fruit of their labour (if you’ll excuse the pun) is in a quantum sense disproportionate to the work that goes in.  The whole operation is a single-minded conspiracy of delighting shoppers with a wide array of fresh food choices and experiences at a competitive price.

A few years ago Marcus Buckingham published “The one thing you need to know” – a great book which insists that at the heart of most phenomena (this could include your job, your marriage, your parenting strategies and yes, even your relationship with God) lies a single yet controlling insight.  Lose sight of this “one thing” and all of your best efforts at managing, leading or individual achievement will be diminished.  Says Buckingham:

“Keep mindful of the one thing, understand all of its ramifications, orient your decisions around it, and you will act with far greater power and effectiveness”

But we have become wary of the one big thing.  Despite the stress we live under, we feel somehow incensed or short-changed when someone suggests an easier way.  In spite of our discomforts, we exchange the quiet yet focused composure of the OR for life in the ER.

What is the one thing you need to know in order to claw back the elegant yet pragmatic simplicity of life?

The Loaded Dice

Yesterday I was shafted.  I suppose there's a less crude way of saying it but there it is.  How to explain what happened without being a crybaby or boring you too much?

It was a little bit like this:  Someone said we should play a game of football.  I supplied the ball and inflated it.  I mowed the field, painted the field markings and erected the posts.  I did this with the help of one of the teams (let's call them Blue Team) who sportingly agreed to help out beforehand and who became not only respected colleagues but close friends too.  

Kick-off time but all was not well.  

The opposing team - let's call them Team Pink - took to the field though it hadn't technically qualified to do so.  In fact they'd jumped several places up the log by paying off the ref - who had invited the bribe in the first place.  More than this, the coin toss was cancelled and the ref ruled that Team Blue would be playing uphill - not just for the first half but for both halves.

Not to sound too melodramatic but it was devastating.  We'd been preparing for at least 3 weeks and the game was lost before we even took the field.  But such is life.  The sun rose this morning and it's turning into a pretty spiffy day.  God is still on his throne.  No-one - at least that I know - has died.

On my way to the aforementioned "game" - I'd given a lift to a Mozambican builder named Chico.  He's actually a self employed plasterer who lives in Stanger but who spends a lot of his time looking for work in Durban.  Chico speaks 5 languages - Portuguese, Shangaan, Zulu, Xhosa and English.  He has a wife and two young children under the age of 10.  To save on transport, he sleeps in Durban for nights at a time - sometimes in public places, sometimes on vacant building sites - and returns to his family on the weekend.  His tenuous existence wavers perilously close to the poverty datum line.  Yet when I drew to a stop in Umhlanga, he pulled R10 from his pocket and offered to pay for the ride.  I was amazed.  R10 for Chico is like R1000 for me.  

I refused the money and we said our goodbyes.  As he walked up the pavement I saw he carried a plastic bag containing a clean shirt and a bottle of Oros.  It was a heart wrenching sight and I may never forget it.

What is the real business of life?  What is the reality we are called to pay attention to?  Those light and momentary disappointments which occasionally surface but which in no way threaten any of our comforts?  Or is it actually about the grinding, unrelenting miseries which beset the majority of people who surround us?  The voiceless ones who have no way of defending themselves?

The other "C" word

I got up early yesterday morning and went through the motions of a daily devotion.  You know the type – you’re not quite asleep…but you’re not really awake either – and you spend more time savouring a cup of tea and “worrying” your prayers than you do enjoying real and empowering communion with God.

Somewhere amidst the stupor, I became sidetracked by a minuscule spider spinning an elaborate web inside the shade of my living room lamp.  One rarely sees such a thing – firstly because you are not looking out for it, secondly, because the light seldom shines from the right angle.  

For a few intriguing minutes, I was treated to the tantalizing spectacle of this small creature at work – here climbing, there lowering himself – occasionally branching out sideways – moving at will, effortlessly it seemed, around the lamp it had chosen to call home.

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Later in the day, I met an old work acquaintance that I hadn’t seen for nearly 8 years.  When I last saw her, she was fellowshipping at a church in Durban.  

“Are you still going there?” I asked.  

“Goodness no!” she said, as though I had just emerged from under a rock and missed out on some major scoop.  

She is now; it turns out, a member of a fellowship that formed partly as a result of theological differences between members of her former church.  I won’t reference our conversation any further except to say she seemed at pains – (even though it was a decision she had made nearly 6 years ago) - to justify her move and insinuate that her present fellowship was better illumined and somehow more on-track than her previous one.  Or at least that’s how it sounded to me.

One of my most significant (and ongoing) lessons of the past year has been the revelation of how comparison kills.  

And by kills I mean kills outright.  

It is the basis of all judgment.  It is a journey whose inevitable destination is nothing short of a sneering and cynical religious apartheid.  It may be a gradual – even imperceptible process – but it progresses with the relentless malignance of the most aggressive cancer.  I challenge you: examine your thought patterns over the next few weeks.  If necessary, keep a little black book to record how many ways this subtle thing rears its ugly head.  You'll be amazed.

My friend was guilty of it yesterday.  And, in my own way, so was I.  As I drove away from the encounter I fumed over her arrogance. 

Why do we Christians settle for such divisive behavior when we have been purchased for so much more?  In his book, “Battling Unbelief” John Piper rightly diagnoses that it is because we have not understood the “superior pleasure of knowing God and his presence in our life.”  

“Oh God I earnestly seek you.  My body longs for you.  Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.  In you my soul will be satisfied”

Psalm 63

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Back to the spider I had seen earlier that day.  If only I could focus on God as assiduously as that spider focuses on the business of spinning its web.  If only I could quit worrying about what others say or think.  As David writes in Psalm 131: 

“My heart is not proud, O Lord, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.  But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me”

Lord deliver me from the cancer of comparison.