“Being busy does not always mean real work. The object of all work is production or accomplishment and to either of these ends there must be forethought, system, planning, intelligence, and honest purpose, as well as perspiration. Seeming to do is not doing.” - Thomas A. Edison
The malady infecting my generation is busyness. Wishing and hoping, we reach out to life believing busyness equals importance. We deny it. But, when we pull back the façade and our prententiousness, we know our operational truth: When we’re busy we feel worthy.
Over the past few years, I’ve been busy. Busy speaking and traveling, writing for The Palmer Perspective and other outlets, like Scot McKnight’s Jesus Creed and Sojourners; busy ghost-writing projects which are important to me; busy working on an exciting and super-secret project which I pray pans out; busy with a website and on-line course which failed because I was too busy; and busy, busy, busy trying to love and care for my wife, Rochelle and our two daughters. Oh wait! I’ve also been busy trying my best to love and serve a local church.
Each arena connects me with encouraging people who are grateful for my efforts. While their words buoy my spirit, those same words deceive my sense of worth, tricking me into doing more and staying busier than I ought. I’m beginning to worry that my busyness is seeming not doing.