“Much of our activity these days is nothing more than a cheap anesthetic to deaden the pain of an empty life.” James Sullivan
We are so busy. Busyness substitutes shallow frenzy for deep friendship. It promises satisfying dreams but delivers hollow nightmares.
It feeds the ego but starves the inner man. It fills a calendar but fractures a family. It cultivates a program but plows under priorities. What’s worse, is that it is addictive.
The One who instructed us to “be still and know that I am God” must hurt when He witnesses the fact that we can’t even sit still long enough to disconnect from texting or being on Facebook to give Him our quiet, still, attention.
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