How to have a mind like water

In David Allen’s classic book on personal productivity, Getting Things Done he describes an ideal state of mind:

Imagine throwing a pebble into a still pond. How does the water respond? The answer is, totally appropriately to the force and mass of the input; then it returns to calm. It doesn’t overreact or underreact.

So why do we care about this?

A mind like water is a disciplined mind, a mind focused on the right things, at the right times. David Allen places this in the context of personal productivity, getting the things you need to get done, done. David Allen’s Getting Things Done system can help you clear the clutter from your daily task list and help you order your life in a way that is consistent with your values.

I think there’s actually a spiritual component to this, if we’re open to it: the very biblical concepts of stewardship and working “as for the Lord” (Colossians 3:23). Continue reading How to have a mind like water

This guy disagrees with me on the Reformation

My good friend J.B.W. Tucker is one of the deepest, most logical thinkers I know, and he disagrees with me on whether the Reformation is worth celebrating.


I tend to view it as a tragic necessity at best, but Tucker makes a compelling argument that the Reformation wasn’t just necessary, but ultimately good. Because of this, it’s worth the celebration for him.

We may not see eye-to-eye on every aspect of this, but there’s a ton of great stuff worth thinking about in his essay. Check it out now, and don’t forget to sign up for his mailing list so you can get more of his thought-provoking work.

How a dreaded chore became a sacramental action

Once upon a time I hated washing the dishes.

The left over, sticky food residue was smelly and repulsive to the touch, especially after procrastinating. It seemed like a waste of time, a boring chore that had to be done every day. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves with conversation, entertainment, or creating more work for me by eating dessert or drinking coffee while I was still cleaning up. It wasn’t torture, but it sure wasn’t fun.

I hated washing the dishes.

Then I got married to a woman who hates washing dishes more than I do. We entered into our marriage with a loose agreement: she would cook, I would clean. Continue reading How a dreaded chore became a sacramental action