The Precarious Dance of Ambition and Contentment

Considering pursuit and rest

Years ago I plopped into a chair next to my daughter, Hannah, as the worship service was preparing to start. She could tell, perhaps by the slump of the shoulders and the shape of my brow, what was going on in my heart. “Dad,” she said, “I wish you’d be happy with the people who are here and not grumbly about those who aren’t.”

Her fifteen year-old wisdo…