I tried it. On Sunday afternoon, for a little while, I actually did nothing. There were no meetings that afternoon, so I had the chance to chill. As an added bonus, it was 70 degrees on the back porch with the sun occasionally peeking through.
My wife and I sat in the Adirondack chairs. She snoozed, but strangely I was not sleepy. That rarely happens. Having preached that morning on Sabbath and taking time to be still, I had the opportunity to practice what I preached. But I had the urge to go get a book or my journal. I thought about composing a blog. I thought about reading my Bible. I thought about getting my prayer list.
But instead, I did nothing. I sat there looking at the yard, thinking, praying. It was oddly disconcerting. That shows how twisted my system has become with adrenaline and the need to be productive. Heaven forbid that I should allow a minute to go by without doing something. But that's what I did.
Forgive me for my pride at doing nothing.