Recently, I’ve been reading Steve Job’s biography. Brilliant and inspiring in so many ways. It reminds me of the life so many dream of, filled with discipline, focus, and unrelenting determination to achieve something that seems impossible. When opportunities presented themselves to further achieve his goals and visions, he was not one to let them merely pass by. So to make a long story short, professionally, he was the man so many thought him to be. So why release a biography? The world had their impressions of him correct. Success surrounded everything he touched. What more could he possibly hope to achieve with a biography that the world did not already understand? This passage from the book brought it to light for me:
Mr Jobs then explained why, despite his famous reclusiveness, he had decided to co-operate with a biographer…
“I wanted my kids to know me,” Mr Isaacson recalled Mr Jobs saying, in a posthumous tribute the biographer wrote for Time magazine. “I wasn’t always there for them, and I wanted them to know why and to understand what I did.”
There is so much in these few words. I can hear a man trying, possibly, to right a wrong. A man who felt he would potentially pass more on to his family through a book than through the life he lived with them. And, perhaps, a man that felt that the world understood him more than his own children.
One of my favorite books in the Bible is Ecclesiastes. In chapter 4 verse 6, Solomon writes “One hand full of rest is better than two fists full of labor and striving after wind.” I often fight this battle in ministry, from peers, from expectations, and even, at times, from myself. If that which surrounds you sees you with one hand empty, it immediately moves to fill it. It’s not that we don’t care, we don’t sacrifice, we don’t follow our dreams. My dream changed some time ago. It includes one hand of labor, one hand of rest, and no room for the wind. Life’s truly greatest achievement isn’t in our labors at all, but our ability to keep, at all times, one hand close to our heart.