This one goes out to the burnt out, the worn out, the bitter and cynical, the rule followers, and the ones who need permission. I see you and I’m happy to have you in the club.
I’m about to wrap up my graduate degree (can I get an AMEN), and I’ve spent a lot of time learning about what motivates people within organizations. I have loved this area of study, not only for how I will use it in my careers going forward, but for how it has changed my personal life over the past two years. I’ve always considered myself a self-motivator. If you could hear my internal dialogue on any given day, you would catch me coaching myself – pumping myself up, giving myself new goals, setting the boundaries of success and failure.
“You’ve earned a break in 10 minutes! Keep writing!”
“You earned that extra cookie with your work out this morning. Good job!”
“Study for another half hour and you can watch tv. You’re almost done.”
I’ve considered this a good life skill because it usually produces results and always garners praise. I achieve, and then overachieve. I perform well. I feel successful. And like any good cycle, the results perpetuate the action.
I have a friend who catches my restrictive language and rephrases it, because she’s bossy like that and knows I need it. A few weeks ago we were at the pool and I jokingly said out loud, “I worked out today for this second beer”. She quickly and kindly interjected, “or you can just have it because you want it”. Our closest friends have the ability to see through our self deprecation and fake jokes to address the truth behind the words. She knew that joke meant something deeper in my heart, and in her love for me she corrected it.
Who knows if she remembers it, but I’ve clearly been thinking about this for weeks. Our culture has begun to talk ad nauseum about the restrictive language surrounding dieting and exercise, and for good reason. There is a difference between self discipline and restrictive behavior, and I would suspect we begin to tip toward the latter when we fear judgement. I never want to be thought of as lazy, so I overwork. I don’t want people to think I’m a slob, so I place requirements on my appearance. And all along we fool ourselves into thinking we’re just self-disciplined and others are not. Suddenly self-discipline becomes the idol, rather than the fruit.
Galatians 5 lists the fruit of the Spirit as love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control. If you grew up in Sunday School like me, you just danced a little jig while you recited that scripture in song-form. And because I memorized it at such a young age, I’ve never spent much time trying to understand it in a different way. I just knew that these were some of the fruits of the Spirit – meaning that the more time I spend embodied by the Holy Spirit, learning and growing, the more these fruits develop in my life. I know that in my head. But I don’t believe it in my soul.
I often remember that song and consider the words like they are actions to exhibit. I love people. I am kind to people. I am gentle with my words. I am patient. A listicle of achievements, and all that matters is the performance.
“Good job controlling your words when you were really angry. You can say whatever you want in your head.”
“Keep being patient with people. It is okay that you’re slowly beginning to despise them as long as they never know.”
I prefer to do my casual reading in The Message version, and look at the unique way Eugene Peterson unpacks it:
“But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard – things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.” Galatians 5: 22-23
I cry just reading that last sentence. Jesus, how wrong I am all. of. the. time. My whole self, my internal dialogue that directs my life, is built around pride in my ability to force my way in life. Pride in my ability to push further, strive longer. There is no willingness to stick with things, but rather begrudging, restrictive behavior that requires me to do so. There is no involving myself in loyal commitments, but rather punishing myself for not seeing something through. I am not marshalling and directing my energies wisely, I’m throwing all of my energies at all of the things in my life, and I am tired.
When Jesus tells us to come away with him and he will teach us rest, I believe him. I believe he will teach me to rest, but I’m terrified I haven’t earned it yet. At what point do I get to be tired enough? Burnt out enough? Broken enough to deserve the rest he offers. How long do I stoically have to withstand exhaustion and pain and “persevere” before I have earned the right to hear “Well done, good and faithful servant. You can take a nap now.” And who decides? Does it take an emotional breakdown before the world recognizes we need a break? Does it take a pastor’s moral failing or Twitter tirade before their congregation says they need to step back?
Fruits of the Spirit are not things to achieve, killing ourselves along the way with internal punishments and requirements for performance. Fruits of the Spirit are pieces of character that develop, and they are never the goal – they’re the byproduct.
I don’t know who you’re waiting on permission from. Maybe you believe like I do that we can’t take a break until our bosses have recognized our work and told us we look tired. Maybe you don’t think you’re allowed to use those company-given vacation days unless your supervisors do too. Maybe you’re trying to make up for lost time – playing catch up for the years you aren’t proud of or the time you think you wasted, and you can’t rest until you have. Maybe you believe you’re required to say yes to everything because it is your consequence for previously saying no.
But here’s what Jesus says: You don’t have to earn rest. You don’t have to wait for permission or for someone to tell you you’re burnt out. You don’t have to make up for lost time by working yourself to the bone. You don’t have to make yourself ill or dying in order to get permission to live a healthy life. Jesus says:
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burnt out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you have to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me – watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn how to live freely and lightly.” Matthew 11:28-30
There is no fine print. There is no prerequisite. The only requirement is to keep company with him.
I know why this is heavy on my heart, but I don’t know how it might be speaking to you too. I know that God is teaching me to let go of my need for permission. Permission to live, to be healthy, to enjoy the life he has given me, to follow the passions he planted in my heart. But maybe for you it has nothing to do with self discipline and everything to do with your lack of compassion for people who don’t agree with you about the pandemic. Maybe it has nothing to do with self discipline, but everything to do about having an exuberance for life even in this confusing and scary time.
Wherever you fall, wherever your heart is aching, we have an invitation that doesn’t require permission: learn the unforced rhythms of God. Keep company with him, draw near to him and he will draw near to us, and the fruit will blossom.