A Very Productive Week

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Isn’t it remarkable that when asked about our day the first sentence that comes through our months is “very busy”, as if the word busy provides a summation of the things we do. Using busy as a statement of how our days go can be a reflection of a chaotic life due to poor time management. In the other hand having a busy day could mean that there was more work to be done than time to do it.

Busy work in itself is not necessarily a good thing. It is possible to work a lot, as the expression spinning the wheels goes, with very little result. Jesus disciples were very busy working all night without catching a single fish, Luke 5:5, but at Jesus command, in a short period of work, they caught more fish than their boats could hold.

Having a very busy day doesn’t necessarily reflect what we were able to accomplish throughout, the day week or month. Instead of qualifying our work as busy, which have a negative connotation I suggest that we should look at what we accomplish from a positive perspective and reply: “I had a very productive day”. My African friends would say: “By God’s grace I had a very productive day”.

Now that I got this out in the open, let me tell you that the past four weeks have been very productive. We provided two BST classes to 33 students and two Crowd Management courses to 36 students. Between classes our ISO 9001 Quality Management System passed the annual external audit. On board the Africa Mercy we conducted two Crowd Management classes to 24 crew members and a Receptionist course to four crew members. By God’s grace the past four weeks were very productive.

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