We are all busy. I hear it all the time. I hear from my colleagues about the impossible things they/we are trying to accomplish. It's all in a good cause. We are God's hands and feet. We are trying to make the church a better place. I've said it myself, many times. And I am guilty of working hours past the time I say I will be home. But there's a problem with this busi-ness. There are casualties. In my case, among my casualities are reading books and journals just because they interest me; surfing the web and following a trail for the pure joy of learning something new; writing in my journal; and talking, eating, sharing and just hanging out with my spouse and my friends. Of course I still read. I read something every morning during my quiet time. But often I have to choose between reading a bit longer or making a journal entry. It's only on days like this---a wonderful, snowy, winter Saturday---when I convince myself that I need have no particular agenda, that I remember that I have four or six or twelve magazines that I have been waiting to dip into. And I can finally fish around on the web to try to figure out what this mysterious thing called "podcasts" is. And there's a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, and old movies to watch. We are all busy. We are all working for the church. But perhaps we ought to be praying for more snow days when we can tuck up under an afghan and feed ourselves with those books and articles and thoughts that have been waiting until we had time to give them attention. So, what are you doing today? | 
