So many I meet who are leading congregations are stuck in depression because they overwork something awful.  To quote a metaphor I used in my book, The Day I Died, many are living as “Rabbits.” A rabbit doesn’t live a strategic life. He or she responds to the urgent needs that are thrown at them each day. There are no boundaries around the life of a rabbit.  

At the time of my accident, I woke up to discover that I had been working for years at a pace of over 100 hours a week. Not even Donald Trump works that many hours. What kind of rabbit are you? A jack rabbit, a floppy eared one or just a cotton tail?  

I have written on this site that many pastors I have met in the past few years have given up the “ghost” so to speak and are just marking time until they retire. The farthest thing from their mind is expanding the kingdom of God. The actual time they put in working each week - is close to 25 at the most. They play 2-3 rounds of golf a week with pastors of their denomination only (for heaven’s sake - we wouldn’t want to mix things up - that would be ridiculous).  

But you aren’t like that. How do I know? You wouldn’t even be reading this blog if you were.  

Become a “Turtle” like me in my post-accident mode.

I now work, without shame, a limited number of hours, but I believe I accomplish more in my limitations than I used to when I was in Rabbit mode. I am focused.  I say “No” to much, and “Yes” to only those things that are in my top tier of issues that I am meant to do.  

Q:  What are you meant to do?

You will perpetuate the Rabbit-like lifestyle until you can explain your unique God-Call, the one that is only for you and no one else.