No More Excuses


No more excuses. No more lame reasons for giving up too soon, leaving a job unfinished, or giving up on myself. No more whiney self-talk about why I can’t do this, or shouldn’t attempt that. No long stories for why I didn’t get this done, or complete that task.
At my age, it’s simply time to get rid of all the excuses.  If you’re reading this and you’re decades younger than me [And this is very possible, given that I’ve got quite a few decades behind me now] then good! The sooner we can get rid of the silly excuses, the sooner we can take full accountability for our lives. Learn this now, if you haven’t already. It will make life better! I promise!
Example:  I’m late for an appointment. Maybe it’s because I’m sick. Maybe the traffic was worse than I expected. Maybe I got caught up in an important phone call. Maybe – whatever. The bottom line is that I am late for the appointment. It’s better to just apologize and try not to be late again. And get on with it. Right?

Too Much Overload


I want to share a great, funny story that covers reasons we don’t go to church. And remember, we can use this same kind of thinking for excuses we might make for any thing. Okay- this is my blog, and I can apply this to my own life for any excuse I might want to make.
Even for why dinner is late. Or maybe not made, at all. Or why I didn’t get around to putting on make-up and properly doing my hair on a given day. My mom would have a fit.
So here’s the story. It is by that famous author named ‘Unknown.’ Whoever wrote it- it’s good. Thank you!

No Excuse Sunday

To make it possible for everyone to attend church next Sunday, we are going to have a special No Excuse Sunday. Here are the special services we’ll make available:

  • Cots will be placed in the foyer for those who say Sunday is their only time to sleep in.
  • There will be a special section with lounge chairs for those who feel that our pews are too hard.
  • Eye drops will be available for those with tired eyes from watching TV too late Saturday night.
  • We will have steel helmets for those who declare the roof would fall in if they ever came to church.
  • Blankets will be furnished for those who think the church is too cold and fans for those who think it’s too hot.
  • Scorecards will be available for those who wish to list the hypocrites in attendance.
  • We will distribute Stamp Out Stewardship buttons for those who feel the church is always asking too much.
  • One section will be devoted to trees and grass, for those who like to seek God in nature.
  • Doctors and nurses will be there for those who plan to be sick.
  • The sanctuary will be decorated with Christmas poinsettias and Easter lilies for those who have never seen the church without them.
  • We will provide hearing aids for those who can’t hear the preaching, and cotton balls for those who can.

This is good, huh? Just about every excuse is covered. It offers some good humor. And it teaches a profound lesson.
Excuses are common. There are so many to choose from. And in the end, the excuse doesn’t matter.

In The End, Excuses Don’t Matter


I remember hearing once that church- no matter which one you attend- should be a hospital for sinners; not a museum for saints. Life is dirty, messy, hard, and sometimes dark. In and outside of church, I am trying to just be me. Actually, it would be hard for me to do anything other than “me.” I’ve been at it a long, time and I really don’t make excuses any more. I say what I feel, and mean what I say.
But – wow- it hasn’t always been that way. I had to lose my carefully constructed Excuses Cloak. It’s kind of like a cloak of invisibility. Except it’s really heavy and it doesn’t hide much of anything. I’ve been working to free myself from the pride of it. I hope it gets really dusty, hanging in a dark corner, where it is not ever used.
Wish me luck. Better yet, offer a prayer for my efforts. Everyone connected with me benefits as I leave that excuse trap permanently behind.
 

Leave It Behind


Sometimes I make a mess or goof up, or don’t get it right at all. Just ask my family, who can vouch for that.
Some days I look like I got hit by a mack truck. [I did get hit by a garbage truck once, but that’s a different story.]
Some days, I feel upside down and can’t focus on anything much. I’ve had to cancel meetings, and pull back from speaking engagements. I’ve had to renege on projects I said I would do, and I’ve been late with columns for online magazines. More times that I care to admit. I’m sorry.
But I can say that I rarely try to justify my shortcomings. Ya know, life is hard enough. For all of us. If we just decided to get on with it- for our sake as well as others’- it would make life easier. And more forgiving, and less contentious. And happier and simpler. And just better.  Better is good.
And goodness matters!