A Time for Everything

Sabbatical Day 1

For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven:

  • a time to be born and a time to die;
  • a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted;,
  • a time to kill and a time to heal;
  • a time to break down and a time to build up;
  • a time to weep and a time to laugh;
  • a time to mourn and a time to dance;
  • a time to throw away stones and a time to gather stones together;
  • a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
  • a time to seek and a time to lose;
  • a time to keep and a time to throw away;
  • a time to tear and a time to sew;
  • a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
  • a time to love and a time to hate;
  • a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Like most days in recent months, I got up this morning and went to the gym to huff and puff on a treadmill for a half hour.  I came home, made coffee and got ready to start my day.  Typically, Lori and I leave the house around the same time.  

Today, Lori left for the office and I stayed home.

It’s day #1 of my sabbatical.  

The dog walked into the kitchen, saw me and gave me a “oh…you’re still here?” kind of look.  

Yes, I am.

I’ve never taken a sabbatical before.  My previous congregation did not have a sabbatical policy.  So this is all kind of new to me. 

And I’m realizing that it is going to take a little time for me to ‘shift gears’ and to discover exactly what this gift of time is going to be for me.

I am hoping for a chance to take a breath.  I’m hoping to learn some things.  I want to read and write. And I want to learn how to play my mandolin. And I am hoping to enter into a different kind of time…a slower pace.  I want to be less “chronos” and more “kairos.”  I am hoping to be less linear, less clock driven and more in-tune with God’s time.

So today, I kind of meandered throughout my day. I did some reading. I ran to Lowe’s and spent some money. I mowed. I worked on some weeds (how can weeds be that big already? Don’t they know it’s not even June?) I dug some dirt and I planted some grass seed. I did some planning for the travel I’m doing later during the sabbatical, and I had time to think. 

This sabbatical will be a different kind of time. A time of thinking, and reflecting. Jesus modeled this when he would take time to step away from the crowds, and to go pray.

I am only a day in. And I’m already grateful for this kind of time.

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