He got to where he wanted to go.


We are a busy, hurried, got-to-have-it-yesterday kind of society. Fast food. Fast internet. Fast expressways. Instant photos. Instant potatoes. The list goes on and on.

When visiting with some friends recently, one woman mentioned she was trying to incorporate a new spiritual discipline into her life: not hurrying.

Honestly, I was too hurried thinking about how I was going to cleverly respond to her comment that what she said barely registered. Thankfully, someone asked her to say it again. It was a quote by someone quoting someone. I don’t know who to attribute it to, but it’s good.

“Relentlessly endeavor to eliminate hurry from your life.”


My friends and I got quiet as we pondered, then discussed “What would that look like?”

Jesus never seemed to be in a hurry. He took time to heal people of their diseases and let little children sit on his lap. He took time to pray, to eat, to sleep. Heck, when his dear friend Lazarus died, he didn’t even hurry to be with those who were grieving.

What would it feel like not to hurry?  Without hurry I think there’d be more time to truly focus on others. I’d be less stressed, able to focus on the moment. And I’d probably more often hear the still, small whispers through which the Lord often speaks to my soul.  That alone would be tremendous reward.

What about you? Care to join me in attempting to eliminate hurry?