Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
(Writer(s): Brian Harold May, John Richard Deacon, David Bowie, Frederick Mercury, Roger Meddows Taylor)
I could certainly identify with the lyrics of that song by Queen and David Bowie. Please, don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining about the pressures that ministers face or, even suggesting, that ministers have life harder than their congregations – I don’t, even for a second, consider that to be remotely true.
What I am suggesting is that our society is suffering from a very modern disease called “hurry sickness”. Its symptoms manifest themselves in stress, too much to do and little time in which to do it, unreasonable demands we place upon ourselves, and loss of perspective.
I know that can be true for me, at times.
What I find, when I am afflicted by this terrible disease, is that the smallest things suddenly get blown out of all proportion and I enter panic mode very easily.
So, what is the cure for this malady? Well, the bad news is there is only one known cure.
That’s it, slow down!
Somebody once told me that the word BUSY is an acronym
B – burdened
U – under
S – Satan’s
Y – Yoke
In order to slow down, I need to swap yokes.
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
(Matthew 11 vs. 28 – 30 The Message)
That’s what I did, yesterday. I pulled aside for a little while and slowed down. I spent time with God in prayer. I spent time in the Bible and in reflection.
What I found was, a miracle took place. No, my desk did not miraculously clear itself. My diary did not empty itself.
The miracle took place in me.
As my heart calmed, perspective returned the pressure was not nearly as bad as it had felt, I stopped being unreasonable with myself and I had just the right amount of time for what had to be done.
If you are a fellow sufferer of “hurry sickness”, I hope you learn to swap yokes too.