Rush

Airport runs. That is what I spent the majority of my day doing. In the morning our daughter came into Sky Harbor airport about 40 minute drive from our home and this afternoon picked up my folks at Gateway airport in Mesa, about one hour and ten minutes (without traffic) from our home.

The one thing about spending a bunch of time in the car is that you get to see a whole lot of other vehicles traveling to and from… wherever. And then, you head into the airport and people are traveling by plane to and from… wherever.

I start to imagine things about their lives and what they are doing with their lives and why they are going to and from… wherever. I begin to wonder about all the things they have to do and who they will see and whether or not they are happy or sad or mad or somewhere in between.

I wonder what it must be like to be that guy in the Chevy Tahoe or that lady in the Mustang Convertible or that guy with the briefcase running for the gate or the family with fancy strollers and other baby stuff roaming toward the airport exit.

People cutting off people in the lane next to me. People bumping others to get to their cars in the parking lots. People ordering cappuccinos at the drive through. People jumping in the HOV lane hoping to beat the traffic and hoping police don’t notice they are single occupants.

Our lives are about the rush. We rush from here to there much of the time missing maybe the most important parts of life. We want to get there as quickly as possible. I wonder if it is worth it. So, we knock off five minutes in transit. But, in our rush, what do we sacrifice?

I am learning afresh that the most important part of my day are the people I meet. In my rush, I probably miss a ton of opportunities just to connect. At the end of the day, the most important question is never, “How fast did I get there?” but “Who did I love today?”

Walk slowly through a room and see what happens. Allow someone ahead of you in the lane. What can you lose? Let someone else ahead of you in the grocery line. Maybe you will meet a new friend.

Or, you can keep rushing. But you got to ask, “Is it really worth it?”

1 comment

  1. Miki Toutges

    Pastor Jim,

    Thank you for reminding us to “stop and smell the roses!”

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