In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. From our first knowledge of time, God did something. He created. He moved. He spoke. He saw. He divided. He called. He spoke again.  From the beginning, God always acted.  Add to this the pressure of a world system based on works and growing up in a household driven by performance and you've got a recipe for schizophrenia.

Perhaps God, knowing how easily we would take on the mantle of human doing, instructs us to be like Christ.  Christ, who simply showed up.  He did not break forth into earth like a homesteader charging toward a claim. And they were mad at Him for that. He simply arrived and seemingly floated through history, even while on the cross, simply receiving upon himself the punishment of the entire world.

Learning to be a human being is proving to be one of the greatest struggles of my life.   Is it okay for me to just sit back and do nothing?  To not think about it?  Christ often escaped the daily pull of His mission in a distant corner of a mountain or some other quiet place, to pray, to reconnect with His father, to just do nothing. If He did only what He saw His father do, then He must have learned how to rest from God.  There was a whole lotta goin' on in the beginning.  But before all that, God was.  He simply existed and communed with His doggone self!  So, I'm going to do nothing but accept and be.

Imma be, Imma be, Imma, Imma, Imma be

Imma be, Imma be, Imma, Imma, Imma be

Imma be, Imma be, Imma, Imma, Imma be

Imma be be be, Imma, Imma be

Imma be be be, Imma, Imma be

Imma be be be, Imma, Imma be

Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be

Imma be living that good life, Imma be living that good good