|A view from Rip Van Winkle Bridge|
I found it in the church library when I was looking for something else. I thought maybe it would have some practical advice for one such as myself. It's not that I am completely undisciplined. In the workplace, I am able to pull it off. At home...well, I am just disciplined about the things I want to be, and on the timetable that suits me.
I have been convicted lately that that really won't cut it. I think that God expects more from me. And for some time, I have had a desire to be a better steward of my time and attention. So when I grabbed this book, I thought it would be a nice little nudge to get me thinking. It is a small book after all. And it has a lot of white space on the pages. And a cool black and white photo of a plumb bob on the cover. Yup, think I'll zip right through it, grab my gold nuggets of inspiration and away we go.
That was a good thought. Until page 19.(chapter 1 starts on page 17). The author makes the point that
it starts with a disciplined mind. "In the battle of ideas, the disciplined mind has the advantage over the scatterbrain...the man whose mind is undisciplined will soon be outclassed and outdistanced by others in whatever field he enters.
No where in my life has it been more true than in the pursuit of becoming a competent painter. Sometimes, buckling down and focusing on the work feels like trying to catch the wind in a jar. There are so many "problems" to solve in starting and completing a piece of art- technical, material, spatial, etc. The only way to come to the finish line is by tackling those "problems" one at a time. Sometimes it is laborious, and occasionally I find myself in a zone where the problems seem to figure themselves out. Sometimes I am happy with the outcome, and sometimes I am not. But the point is this...unless I become the master of those feelings...unless I subject them to the directives of my will...unless I (gulp) discipline myself, I will remain at the same level of skill and never progress in my ability to fluently speak the language of the medium. If I choose the discipline, then the reward will be the expression of the joy and intrigue and awe that I experience as I look around me at the stuff that God has put here to impress us with His glory.
Bridge or no bridge named after him, I think that poor old Rip missed the boat on this one. I hope he enjoyed his nap, because that will be the reward in itself.