Is there such a thing as too much contemplation?
This morning I read. I contemplated. Then I wrote until my brain was numb, took a break to eat, then came back to the computer to write some more. It was a pleasant, glorious morning filled with thoughts of the Lord and my relationship to Him.
But I wondered when I went from “focused on the Lord” to “focused on the high of contemplation”.
It is a very easy line to cross, I think. Just as the extrovert can cross from “great party” to “party all the time”, perhaps contemplatives can go from “pondering” to “intellectual thrill seeking”.
So I did laundry.
Then came back to my book and computer.
At what point do you think that contemplation becomes self indulgent instead of fruitful?