Complacency is the saddest of all because it never begins with bad intentions. It starts out pure and good…. complacency is a hot meal setting on a dining room table. It is good to eat…. but it just sits there. It sits. It gets cold. It gets moldy and before you know it, it’s infested with maggots. Perfectly good food gone to waste.
We need to be challenged. We need to have difficult discussions. We need to be uncomfortable.
On any given day, it takes hooouuurrrrssss to get my housework done. But I can clean in less than an hour when I know I have guests coming over. I can’t remember where I read it but I read something online about how deadlines play on our own perception of time….. like if it’s December and you have a deadline to meet by the end of January….. you’re more likely to slack and cram at the last minute that if it were September and the deadline is set at the end of October…. something like that.
Basically, the pressure has to be on in order for you to accomplish things….
Now that I am working and have less time, I understand the value of it way more than I did before. I don’t have time to bs. I have to get down to business. By the end of the day, i’m exhausted. I literally fall asleep with my bones aching from exhaustion. But i’ve accomplished so much because the bar is set much higher now.
If we keep setting the bar low with baby talking and pacifying, it becomes a breeding ground for complacency. That slow, painful death. It isn’t a frog being thrown into a pot of boiling water. It’s a frog slowly being cooked to death.
Difficult, uncomfortable discussions which challenge us are necessary, I believe. Jesus challenged everyone he encountered. He spoke in parables and had them really, really thinking about what he was saying. He didn’t give it to them straight. He challenged them to think. His whole life was spent challenging the people around him.
I am always up for the challenge.