Life on the Bench

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I live a sedentary life. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I sit in my office from 8:00 am to 7:00 pm and talk to people. The most exercise I get is refilling my coffee cup between counseling appointments. Mondays and Wednesdays are a little better: I stand in front of a classroom occasionally wandering between rows of desks as I challenge college students to think critically about what they were supposed to have read in their psychology textbooks.

I sit while I talk. I stand while I talk. Every now and then I really go wild and I pace while I talk.

And I listen. My life consists of lots and lots of sitting and listening.

I enjoy the status implied in my sedentary lifestyle. I must have something good to say if people are so willing to listen to me. I work hard to stay focused on the Word, centered on Christ: I take seriously the challenge to be a mental health professional completely grounded in a Christian world view. If I am not yet one of the wise old men of my tribe I appear to be on my way. My practice is full, pastors I respect trust me with their church members, and the colleges where I teach came looking for me. I believe I can objectively say I’m a fairly big fish in a reasonably small pond. I ought to feel good about that. But I don’t.

There is something inside me that wants to do, not merely talk. I want to run and jump and move and sweat, not simply sit. I want to engage people on issues of value to them, not fussily adhere to my carefully crafted syllabi.

And I do not, Do Not, DO NOT want to sit in another church Missions Team meeting and talk about missions. Had I known three years ago that I would spend hours of my life talking about budgets and funding and what was fair or reasonable or practical or achievable I would have politely said no. We’ve done good things. We’ve sent people out. People are responding to the Good News. Others are going. Just not me; I sit.

I sit. And talk. And plan. And budget. I listen to what God is doing in places near and far. I listen to my friends and neighbors – brothers and sisters in Christ, members of the same body of which I am a part – describe amazing and wonderful events. I am thankful I am a part of a generous church, a thoughtful church, a church that is intentional and deliberate in fulfilling the tasks given us: a Great Commission Church. When I remember to relax and breathe, I’m honored I have been entrusted with a job that – if not active or important – is necessary.

I’m just done sitting.

Put me in Coach, I wanna play.