“WHAT’S THE HURRY?” That’s what I have often found myself saying to myself as I am somewhere in traffic. I watch with disbelief as drivers cut in and out of traffic, on their way to work. One wrong move and they could cause an accident that might well result in the loss of life—not just theirs, but others as well. Why don’t they start out a little earlier and enjoy the commute? They may shave off a few seconds from the trip and end up shaving off their life!
Come on, now. Have you ever had some guy pass you when there was little room. He rushes ahead at break-neck speed and has to stop for a traffic light. A few seconds later, you pull up right behind him. The light changes and off he goes again. Doesn’t he realize that he is driving a two or three thousand pound vehicle that could easily become a weapon!
All of this reminds me of a man who prided himself on being exceedingly punctual. He followed a very precise routine every morning. His alarm went off at 6:30 A.M. He rose briskly, shaved, showered, ate his breakfast, brushed his teeth, picked up his briefcase, got into his car, drove to the nearby ferry landing, parked his car, rode the ferry across to the downtown business area, got off the ferry, walked smartly to his building, marched to the elevator, rode to the seventeenth floor, hung up his coat, opened his briefcase, spread his papers out on his desk, and sat down in his chair at precisely 8:00. Not 8:01, not even 7:59. Always at 8:00. He followed this same routine without variation for eight years.
Then one morning his alarm did not go off and he slept 15 minutes late. When he finally awoke, he was panic-stricken. He rushed through his shower, nicked himself shaving, gulped down his breakfast, grabbed his briefcase, jumped into his car, drove like crazy to the ferry landing, jumped out of his car, and looked for the ferry. There it was, out in the water a few feet from the dock. He said to himself, “I think I can make it.” And he ran down the dock toward the ferry at full speed. Reaching the edge of the pier he gave an enormous leap out over the water and miraculously landed with a loud thud on the deck of the ferry. The captain rushed down to make sure he was all right and said, “Man, that was some leap, but if you would have just waited another minute, we would have reached the dock and you could have walked on.”
Haste makes waste—waste of energy, time, and possibly even life itself! Why do we rush through life? Let’s slow down and enjoy the trip.
“Do not be a fool-- why die before your time?” (Ecclesiastes 7:17)
Come on, now. Have you ever had some guy pass you when there was little room. He rushes ahead at break-neck speed and has to stop for a traffic light. A few seconds later, you pull up right behind him. The light changes and off he goes again. Doesn’t he realize that he is driving a two or three thousand pound vehicle that could easily become a weapon!
All of this reminds me of a man who prided himself on being exceedingly punctual. He followed a very precise routine every morning. His alarm went off at 6:30 A.M. He rose briskly, shaved, showered, ate his breakfast, brushed his teeth, picked up his briefcase, got into his car, drove to the nearby ferry landing, parked his car, rode the ferry across to the downtown business area, got off the ferry, walked smartly to his building, marched to the elevator, rode to the seventeenth floor, hung up his coat, opened his briefcase, spread his papers out on his desk, and sat down in his chair at precisely 8:00. Not 8:01, not even 7:59. Always at 8:00. He followed this same routine without variation for eight years.
Then one morning his alarm did not go off and he slept 15 minutes late. When he finally awoke, he was panic-stricken. He rushed through his shower, nicked himself shaving, gulped down his breakfast, grabbed his briefcase, jumped into his car, drove like crazy to the ferry landing, jumped out of his car, and looked for the ferry. There it was, out in the water a few feet from the dock. He said to himself, “I think I can make it.” And he ran down the dock toward the ferry at full speed. Reaching the edge of the pier he gave an enormous leap out over the water and miraculously landed with a loud thud on the deck of the ferry. The captain rushed down to make sure he was all right and said, “Man, that was some leap, but if you would have just waited another minute, we would have reached the dock and you could have walked on.”
Haste makes waste—waste of energy, time, and possibly even life itself! Why do we rush through life? Let’s slow down and enjoy the trip.
“Do not be a fool-- why die before your time?” (Ecclesiastes 7:17)
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