I’ll never forget our first night in the Bay Area. Almost three years ago my wife, and I had just moved from living 6 years in the beautiful, sleepy, slow-paced, agricultural town of Napa. Boxes were stacked and scattered throughout our small 2-bedroom apartment and after a full day of moving and lugging boxes up stairs we had finally surrendered to letting the mess wait until tomorrow. We laid in bed in what seemed like the first moment of silence in a few days and all of a sudden, as if it was merely a few feet above our building, an airplane flew over head and shaking the walls. After the plane passed the noise immediately shifted to the unending stream of cars rushing down Highway 101 and 280. As I laid in bed that night, I remember the shock of how fast life moved in the Bay Area.
But this wasn’t an entirely new feeling. Regardless of where we call home, our days are filled with noise, busy, hurry, accomplishing, doing, producing, maybe sleep, and then we repeat it all over again. It may be impossible in 2018 to not feel the suffocating tyranny of the urgent. But this chaos doesn’t remain in our calendars. What I experienced that night (and am reminded everyday sitting in traffic on 101) was a metaphor for the all too ubiquitous internal reality of life in 2018; our life is busy, but our minds far busier.
Philosopher and writer Dallas Willard writes,
Maybe one of the most counter cultural things we can do in our age is find a subtle rhythm of slowing down. 5 minutes here, 2 minutes there, where we simply draw our minds back onto the presence of God in the ordinary. I imagine this is what Paul had in mind when he wrote “Pray without ceasing.” And slowly, over time, the chaos and busyness of our minds are exchanged for a greater awareness of God’s presence in traffic, a conference room, classroom, around the dinner table, and even in the incessant noise of the Bay Area.