That's what I said to myself for two weeks. To be honest, I've said it more often that that. But, in particular, I said it for two weeks. Here's why...
I had hurt my leg and was unable to run hard, which meant I was unable to play basketball, which I love to do. I love playing it. I love watching it. I enjoy talking about it.
I play some early morning basketball twice a week. The guys I play with are all better than me, which means I try my absolute best every time. In order to do that, I exercise the rest of the week to stay in good shape.
But now my ability to go play basketball was gone. So what was I exercising for? Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can talk all you want about staying in shape and health and blah, blah, blah.
The fact is the lure of the cookie is not going to stop and if I can't run, not much is going to counteract the results of my answering when the cookie calls.
I'm not sure why I'm working so hard.
That's what I have sometimes been tempted to ask myself. Not just for two weeks, but every week. For the uninformed, I am a pastor. A youth pastor to be specific. I have obligations which involve other people and come
Everything I do during the work week, in some way, has an effect on what I do at church activities. I enjoy worshiping God and teaching people. If I did not get to do these activities, I'm fairly certain that my work during the week would become pointless.
Why prepare a lesson for nobody to hear?
Why select a song for nobody to sing?
What are you doing this week?
I'm hopeful that you find yourself doing something productive this week. I'm hopeful it will impact someone else in a positive way.
Don't lose sight of that.