Have you ever been caught behind the slow-moving wall of people? You know the type. Five or six good chums, arms linked if preferred, ambling lazily down the sidewalk or hallway, without a care in the world for outside influence, whether that be hurried passers-by or beleaguered mothers with their seventeen children who simply want to get home. Doesn’t matter to these people. Their fun-filled, ever-so-important stories take precedence over the agreed-upon standard of “keep to the right.” Just a few moments ago, I was stuck behind this wall of people.
Is there time for stories and laughs and general merriment? Of course there is. But at the expense of the needs of others? Unlikely.
I find myself stuck behind the slow-moving wall of people in life. All my hopes and goals and dreams are just beyond these people, but they don’t care. They’re talking about the 10-season collection of Friends and heading to IHOP with friends and how much sleep they can get. They don’t care that I’m trying to reach past them to a strong relationship with our Creator and the completion of a novel and a step forward in ministry and a pile of books waiting to be read and people to meet and things to see.
Eventually you get past these people. There’s a bend in the sidewalk or the hallway widens. The problem is planning your route. Is there another wall of people ahead?
And so we go…