I used to think I was busy, and I used to think that made me important. The busier, the important-er I was. Or so I thought.
When people stopped by my office, they’d apologize for taking my time. They told me they knew I was busy but they would make it quick. I find myself doing that to other people I perceived as busy and important as well.
The truth is, I have a lot to do, but I’m not busy. My proverbial plate is full and spinning and all that, but I’m not busy. Not too busy to make room for people.
Being busy, or acting busy, keeps people at arms length. It sends the message that people are not welcome. One of my primary jobs as a Christian and a social worker is to send a message to people that they are welcome that there is room for them. This is the opposite of busyness.
I don’t want people to apologize for taking my time. I don’t want people to apologize for sitting on my couch and sharing their lives with me. I don’t want to be perceived as somebody who doesn’t have room or time for others.
There might be a pile on my desk and a stack in the sink, but if that doesn’t bother you, I won’t let it bother me.
Because I have to pick.
I can’t be generous with time and while living under a scarcity complex.
I can’t make room and crowd out.
I can’t be hospitable and busy.
So I’m going to pick the one that lets me love.