The enemy of our souls, and the enemy of our nation, roams about seeking whom he may devour.
This is not a time for games.
So much wasted time; years wasted hiding from the world that is crumbling around us.
Distractions; devices, activities, social media, sports –sin; designed to take our eyes off the prize.
Many times our hobbies become distractions from our true calling, if we are indeed blessed enough to know what that calling is. If we don’t know what our purpose is, time spent in quiet reflection seeking that answer would be a wise use of aforementioned time.
Often our avocational activities take the form of groups, clubs, and guilds. These types of groups tend to increase the pressure of play and relaxation into something more akin to work; schedules to keep, events to plan, members to manage.
What was once meant for relaxation has now become a second, or third job.
What to do?
Cease recreational activities?
Cut ties with friends?
Step down within the club?
None of these options seem reasonable when standing knee deep in the emotional prospect of losing friends, or fun but many times that is exactly what is necessary.
Humans desire companionship, we all seek it, we all crave it, we all need it, lest we go insane.
As Clint Eastwood said :
“A man’s got to know his limitations”
And I do!
I have become very familiar with how my brain works; how far I can push myself; and when to back off.
Now is not one of those times.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.