I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the “guts” (for lack of a better term) of today’s Christianity after reading Steven Pressfield’s interesting book, The Warrior Ethos. The book is, essentially, an anthology of anecdotes from warrior cultures of old and a brief commentary on the differences between the warrior cultures of, say, Sparta, and our […]
I used to feel guilty any time I took a break. I mean anytime. Sometimes I felt like I was wasting time that could have been spent on something more “worthwhile.” Other times I suffered from the “why wasn’t this money taken and given to the poor,” syndrome…though my vacations weren’t necessarily spendy. Getting away for a bit to replenish or spend time with the family was apparently fine for everyone else. Rationally, I knew it was OK for me, too. I just didn’t feel like it was OK.
Some of you know what I’m talking about.