I’ve been back from a week at the beach for three or four days now. It was a wonderful time away with the Zuchelli clan—one I wouldn’t trade for anything. Twenty of us gathered together for seven days of fun, frolic, and family. It was an amazing and tranquil time.
Now, of course, I’m back home. At least, my body is back home. I’m not sure where my brain has been, but I still seem to be in the midst of an attempt to retrieve it from wherever it’s been traveling. I keep seeing signs of it here and there, but it hasn’t fully shown itself for quite some time.
One bit of evidence that it’s been on hiatus is the fact that I’ve been doing this blog faithfully for almost two years. Each week I’ve posted three 500-word blogs during that time. I even accomplished that feat during this past vacation. Since I’ve gotten back home, however, this will be the first one. I’ve spent time looking at a computer screen as always, but nothing has come.
“These aren’t the droids you’re looking for…”
Some would point to this and quickly say, “You’ve got writer’s block.” That’s the first thing that came to my mind as well. Yet, I don’t think that’s the problem. I’m thinking I’ve entered “post vacation mode.” It’s a mode that says to my brain (what’s left of it), “You don’t want to do anything. Go play…” I feel like Obi Wan Kenobi is telling me, “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for…”
Playing would be great except I’ve got stuff to do. So this morning, four days into my post vacation mode, I’m forcing myself to be an adult. I can actually feel the creative juices flowing once again, and (with a little therapy) I may even get something accomplished. Another four or five weeks of forcing myself, I might get back to my more productive ways once again.
Frittering Away the Hours
All this causes me to realize that it’s a good thing I never inherited a large fortune. Had I done that, the temptation to live the life of leisure may have been too much to overcome. My existence could well have become a life of debauchery (whatever that is) and turned me into an individual bent on frittering his hours away.
On the other hand, I do have a tremendous inheritance. Scripture tells us we already have been promised a great bequest (1 Peter 3:3-5). It’s one that can never “perish, spoil, or fade.” It’s being kept in a place we like to call heaven. The Creator of the universe is that promise maker. There are no better promises than that one—nor any from a more dependable source.
The fact that we have that inheritance often causes us to go into a spiritual post vacation mode. We have the promise, so we sit back and get lazy—counting on God to do it all for us. I guess, sometimes, we need to force ourselves to become spiritual adults once again.
[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]