Crockpot Thinking

I have learned that the few genius things that I say are usually the result of crockpot thinking. You know, you just put all the stuff in a slow cooking pot and go on with your day. In the beginning it is just stuff in a pot but the aromas and your appetite grow each time you walk through the room. It just builds and builds until the incredible meal finally hits the plate. Unlike slow-cooked sauce, I am prone to just blurt out ideas or respond too quickly to texts. My friend, Vega, is constantly begging me to slow down and think. It isn’t that I embarrass him. It is that he knows me and believes in me. He knows that if I will let things cook a bit, I will see a bigger picture, get to the heart of the matter, and put a better meal on the plate.

Bob (not his real name) showed up at my office door and said, “We need to talk next week because I have had a problem with you for two years running.” I wanted to blurt out, “Oh my gosh! I am tired of people like you. Drama! Why not just talk about it now? Again!” You see this was just one more in the never ending “Bob-has-a-problem-with-Doug” moments. In a rare stroke of genius, I just sat and listened. I just sat. The first thought came — my life’s calling is to help people like Bob have an even better life. That’s why this was so frustrating, and blasting him would not help my calling. The second thought unfolded in the silence, “Calm words end strife.” Then the third, “A fire goes out for lack of fuel.”

“Well?” he said. Then came the better meal.

“I am happy to meet with you,” I said, “But can you give this whole thing some thought before you come back? There are only two possibilities—I have been wrong for two years or I haven’t been wrong. Either way you have been wrong for two years. If I am wrong, then you are wrong because you have let me be wrong for two years without helping me see the light. If I am not wrong, then you are wrong for being bitter for two years instead of talking to me and working it out.”

I have always been amazed at that moment of inspiration. Those words weren’t natural. Those words were slow cooked. Those were inspired by a loving God, not me. Those words revealed an insight that would have been hidden in a quick response. Slow cooking works with so many things, not just words. My decisions, my life, and my calling are so much better when they are cooked slowly with a little care. So much better for me and so much better for the world around me.

This article was originally published on by Doug Burrier.

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