I didn't listen to voice mail.
I didn't read any text messages.
I didn't check my email.
I didn't even check into Facebook.
As the days rolled on, I felt myself unwinding. I didn't even know I had been tense - at least not consciously. But as I began to relax, I realized how much I needed to get away.
I love being a pastor. I love going into the church everyday. I love visiting with people. I even love connecting with all of my friends, relatives and colleagues on Facebook. But I discovered that I also needed to reboot. Like a computer whose memory has slowed way down, I needed to shut down and start over.
We got to do some of the things that I love such as swim in the ocean. The surf right outside our hotel was a little rough for snorkeling but the view of Land's End was spectacular.
|Kyla (on the right) and I relax in the Sea of Cortez.|
Just beyond the rocks is the Pacific Ocean.
To commune with the creation is to know the creator - at least in part.
It reminded me that I'm not indispensable. Oh, I would be missed for a while but the world is a big place. An incredibly large part of the universe functions just fine without me and the place I call my home will do the same. While I intrinsically know this, overtly remembering it tends to take some of the pressure off.
Take a deep breath.
Let it out.
After getting back, I feel that I am functioning at a higher capacity. God was here with me before I left. God was with me on the trip and God is still here now that I'm back. God didn't change but I did.
The call to help people - to make a difference - to offer living water - is still there. But the anxiety that had built up has dissipated.
I'm reminded of the Gloria Patri:
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.