My mom used to call me “last minute Charlie” because of my propensity for waiting, waiting, waiting until the last minute to finish school projects (mom had a right to not only name me thusly, but to also do it with malice aforethought – how many term papers did she have to type for me on the night before they were due? And yes, I wrote “type”. We used a typewriter when I was in school, okay? Because that’s how long ago it was. And no, we did not have an abacus.)
I have not only made peace with my tendencies toward procrastination. I have invited the bloke to live in my house, to share my meals, to become my closest companion. None of this is to say that I like that part of me. To the contrary, there are days when I wish I could exhibit Covey-like proactivity, break a project down into its component parts, and start knocking off the tasks between the relevant milestones, chunk by chunk. I know my family would be happier with me. My clients would be happier with me. My church would doubtless be happier with me.
But I wonder, would God?
Is procrastination a sin, ipso facto?
Like many behavioural "ticks", doesn't procrastination's sinfulness sort of depend?
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