I distinctly remember the first Tuesday morning after I stepped away from my full-time career. The house was quiet - the kids were long gone, establishing their own lives in different zip codes - and my calendar, once a chaotic mosaic of meetings and deadlines, was terrifyingly blank. The culture told me I had "arrived." This was the season to focus on my golf swing, travel indiscriminately, and essentially insulate myself from the world's problems. But as I sat there with my coffee, I didn't feel liberated; I felt a creeping sense of irrelevance. I’ve watched too many of my peers fall into this "Secular Default." They treat the final decades of their lives as a prolonged vacation, turning their homes into fortresses of solitude. But here is the hard truth I’ve learned from thirty years of ministry and observation: total leisure isn't a reward; it’s a spiritual atrophy.
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