Last week, I wrote about a wonderful man named Dale. I attended Dale's memorial service this past weekend, and throughout the three-hour service, there were countless words affirming just how special Dale was to so many people. But the thing that jumped out to me the most throughout those three hours (probably because I am so guilty of this), was spoken by Dale's oldest son, Josh, who said,
"I think my Dad was the busiest man there ever was ... but he was the busiest man there ever was who never told you how busy he was."
What is the first thing that comes out of my mouth when someone who I haven't seen in awhile asks me how I've been...?
(And a whole other long line of excuses, all relating to how busy I am.)
And the fact of the matter is, sometimes -- that is actually a true story!
But that doesn't mean I need to tell everyone about it.
What Josh said really hit home for me. He went on to describe how, no matter who you were - or under what circumstances you happened to see Dale - he always made you feel like he had time for you, that he cared about you, that he loved you. (I know this to be true because I experienced it myself.)
Does telling people about how busy I am accomplish those things?
... Does it accomplish anything at all?
I think not.
And I think I'm going to stop telling people how busy I am.
Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. ~Colossians 3:12,14