Yesterday I accompanied my mother-in-law to the doctor . . . somewhat/maybe-not/supposed-to-be routine check-up. One of the doctor's main concerns was that my mother-in-law is like a speedy gonzales. She doesn't stop to smell the roses . . . OR to chew her food properly, which causes indigestion (among other things).
Tonight I went to wal-mart and when I was done shopping I started searching the different check-out lines for the shortest one. If you're anything like me, I can't stand a long line anywhere, especially Wal-mart. I mean, think about it: they have 5000 check-out lines and usually only 3 or 4 are working.
But tonight I found one of these "self-checkout" lines where you scan and bag everything yourself. However, I found myself increasingly frustrated because it seemed to take me longer to scan and bag 1 item than it did a cashier to scan and bag 5 items with the people beside me. I couldn't believe how long it took me.
I'm still trying to figure out how we turned into a McDonald's society. Everything has to be fast, fast, fast. Go, go, go. Even church has to be like that. We spend 9 or more hours a day at work, 2 or more hours a day eating, 7 or more hours a day sleeping, but if a church service is longer than 1 and 1/2 hours, we complain.
There are definitely times that God wants to talk to us but we're always wanting to get the readers digest version of his thoughts . . .
I wonder what would happen if we trained ourselves to just settle down and chill and spend time reading His Word, meditating on Scripture, and communicating with Him instead of wanting a drive-through time with God like we do our Big Mac value meal?