It’s the start of my second week of sabbatical. Yesterday was Sunday and instead of attending a church service in-person, my wife and I opted for staying at home and watching a worship service/message online. The speaker was actually an acquaintance from Nyack College, where we graduated from nearly 30 years ago. He had a great presence and delivery– hang on. Let me stop here. I just had a thought I want to share. If this thought is unique to me, I’ll own that. I’ve never talked with other pastors/communicators about it. So yeah, besides my wife, you’re the first I’ve talked to about this.

I’ll preface this rabbit trail by saying I’m not an exemplary communicator. I love (and I mean REALLY LOVE) any opportunity I get to stand in front of a crowd and share God’s truth from my heart. I relish any chance I get and its one of my favorite parts of living a pastor’s life. I totally understand that I’m no authority or expert on public speaking. However, I find that as a communicator I often will listen to other communicators with a different angle; enjoying what’s being said (usually) but also thinking about how I would have approached the subject or just how I would have said that thing they’re saying. It’s not a grading, it’s not a critiquing or a judgement. Please don’t imagine me Simon Cowellling it from my seat. It’s just a mental thing that happens when I listen to anyone speak in front of a crowd. It might be more common than I think and maybe other communicators do the same. I’ve never asked. If you routinely speak in front of people and you experience this, let me know. I’d be interested to know if I’m a lone freak or not. But I digress.

Anyway, as this particular message got underway, I could tell right away that we were in for a pedal-to-the-metal kind of message. His passion was clear right from the start. The tempo of his words were coming at us hard and fast. His rhythm and cadence seemed to barely leave room for a breath between sentences. The content was interesting, helpful, and so strong. It really was a great message. I just couldn’t get over how elevated his voice seemed to be and stay throughout most of the message. I counted just two (there may have been more) times when he seemed to shift his tone or slow down at all. When he was done, I felt like I had just drank from the proverbial fire hose, but somehow in a way that was digestible, inspiring, and practical. So, if I had a scorecard there’d be high marks.

Now, let me make another confession to you. It very often happens that when I’m listening to a preacher or speaker (or even when I’m reading), thoughts get triggered that have little or nothing to do with what that person is saying. It starts by something they say that makes me think of something that’s a type of first cousin to what they’re saying. At that point, my mind is off and dwelling on that other thing. You know what I’m talking about?

A man just entered the coffee shop I’m in, sat down, and pulled a newspaper from under his arm. I don’t recall the last time I saw anyone reading a newspaper. I love the tactility of paper. For me, a task list I can mark off with a pen on paper is far better than its vastly more convenient, faster, digital counterpart–the task list on my phone. I wonder how much of my digital life I can sacrifice on this altar of sabbatical? I wonder what benefits await me if I do? I wonder if I should switch off this laptop and finish these thoughts in the journal that’s tucked away in my backpack?

And just like that, the first cousin thought brings a new angle and depth to the original thought. The idea of making sure we’re taking deep enough breaths so that we can control our heart rate, the cadence of our lives, and the thoughts we think. I’m a bit of a night owl so last night I sat up and watched a documentary on Netflix called “The Deepest Breath”, and it was about free diving, one of the most dangerous extreme sports that humans have concocted to participate in. It’s so fascinating.

As I listened to that message yesterday, God planted a thought in my mind. As I thought to myself about the tempo and cadence of the pastor’s words, I had to reflect on my own decisions and the way I have been conducting my ministry life. I began to imagine a sheet of paper with narrow margins, single-spaced, filled with run-on sentences, no photos, and very little “white space”. Marketers, advertisers, and graphic designers understand the importance of white space. It’s the space that often goes unnoticed until it’s not there. White space gives the eyes a chance to breathe. A design with little white space is usually not appealing to look at. It’s the placement of text, photos, and the nothingness of white space that makes up the most effective imagery in the advertising world. Simply put, what isn’t there is just as (perhaps more) important as what is.

My takeaway from the message I listened to yesterday wasn’t merely the high quality content of what the pastor was delivering, but also the first cousin message that margins matter. Breathing matters. Open spaces matter. We love to fancy ourselves as victims of our circumstances because that alleviates us from responsibility. But regardless of the tempo of your life, you have choices you can make about the white space. Make them.

I started sabbatical last week sharing some goals. In the interest of accountability, let me tell you that in the past 7 days, I lost two pounds, and put them right back on. So the total sum of my weight loss toward my goal of 12 pounds in 6 weeks is zero. Gotta do better there. I’ve scheduled two getaways with my wife (two was my goal), but I still need to book the hotel room and airbnb. I’m writing weekly (2 for 2 so far) so that I can record what I’m learning and can hopefully serve something to you that’s worth reading. I mentioned paddle boarding last time. I plan to finish this blog post, climb into my car, and head directly to a little quiet launch spot on the James River. Shout out to my friend Heather who has loaned me her paddle board, life jacket, and paddle. I also mentioned going to Tangier Island with a friend. That’s scheduled for tomorrow. I mentioned going to Busch Gardens with another friend. That’s happening Thursday. I hope you see I’m taking seriously what I’m planning to do and following through on it. Feel free to reach out with admonition and encouragement in terms of the goals I’m sharing here. My number is (804) 304-4669.

My wife and I went through a book called “Undistracted” by Bob Goff. In the back of his books he gives his cell phone number. Seriously. You can call up New York Times Bestselling Author Bob Goff. It’s crazy. When I heard that, I thought what an insane move. And I love it. By the way, I’d recommend that you read Bob Goff’s books. And yes, I have called Bob Goff.

I also told you I’m trying to read 3 non-school books in 6 weeks. I’m working through “Liturgy of the Ordinary” by Tish Harrison Warren. I have this habit of reading several books at a time so it takes me forever (on top of my snail’s pace of reading anyway) to get through a book. So I’m setting all others aside to finish this one. After that one, I’ll finish “When Everything Is On Fire” by Brian Zahnd. After that, I’m not sure which of the books from my stack I’ll read next. What would you suggest?

Margins. Cadence. Breathing. White space. This can’t just be a sabbatical thing. This must be a Jerry thing. This must be a you thing. This must be an us thing. A human thing. A health thing. A sanity thing. Dare I say: A holy thing.