As our focus on simplicity draws to a close, writer Robbie Thomson suggests that some things may not be as important as we tend to think…
On more than one occasion I’ve been told that I waffle. I talk for too long, give unnecessary detail and dance around any point I’m making before finally getting round to making it. I seem to have the unenviable talent of being able to stretch into 100 words what could have been said in 20. And it isn’t just my writing or speaking that seems to be full of wadding or fluff. My life is massively over-complicated. I start projects without finishing ones I’ve had going for ages; I start new initiatives fully aware that I don’t necessarily have the time to finish them.
I am someone who can rarely say no, an issue that has two very serious consequences. When related to food it means I have an ever-increasing waistband and when related to doing something it means I have an increasingly busy life. In short – I fill my life with too much stuff (and food, but that’s a whole different story).
Don’t get me wrong – some stuff is good. Helping at church, getting involved in your community or being of use and service to other people is great stuff. Alphabetising CDs, rearranging furniture or sorting out my ‘man room’ is not great stuff. My man room is a perfect example of me over complicating things. It’s a room in my house adorned with my collection of beer bottles, sporting memorabilia and vintage cameras – a room that I’m constantly and meticulously planning to the point that I haven’t actually left myself any time to enjoy it.
And I don’t believe this is a problem limited to me. We seem to fill our lives with so much stuff we over-complicate things. We fill our lives with the meaningless things to the point that we lose sight of the stuff that matters – the extra times we could be spending with our families, on our own or the time we could be giving to that cause that actually needs our time.
I don’t think God cares what my man room looks like. I don’t believe he has a preference whether Adele and ZZ Top are next to each other in the CD rack or not and he’s not too fussed what wall my sofa goes against. And if God doesn’t care about it, should I? I should want to be in step with God so that I want what he wants, where he goes I go and what he asks I do.
Let’s keep it simple. Let’s keep God and not stuff the central focus of our lives.
Robbie Thomson is a 25 year old northerner with a penchant for pasta bakes, a good polo shirt and ‘Murder she wrote’. His life is largely made up of working for Soul Survivor, spending time with his wife Susie and trying to control his dog, Reggie.