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I woke up to a quiet house early this morning. I slipped out of bed, made myself a cup of tea, and settled in on the couch. After some quiet meditation, I picked up the book we are reading in my Sunday school class to start on my homework. I mean, it is due tomorrow!
I want to be transparent here, I am not crazy about the author. I like the subject we’re studying, but I have had a hard time getting wholly onboard with her writing style. Because I’m persnickety, I guess. But I love my class, and I want to have something to contribute in our discussion, so I read the chapter. Probably in the same vein of my dislike, my attention to my people has been average at best lately. I feel like I’m here, but I’m only partially tuned in. Sometimes I am waiting for the end of a long story someone is telling me, so I can go back to staring out the window. It’s exhaustion on multiple levels, I’m sure, but I feel guilty about it.
As I started reading, the Holy Spirit grabbed my attention with these words, “The time of business does not with me differ from the time of prayer and in the noise and clatter of my kitchen, while several persons are at the same time calling for different things, I possess God in as great tranquility as if I were upon my knees at the blessed sacrament.” (Brother Lawrence)
This is quite the opposite for me, as I just demonstrated. This is a wake up call to live in the life of Christ through the sacred AND the mundane of each day. To listen with a “tell me more” posture when the story goes on and on and on. To respond to a request for something simple with the heart of a willing helper, rather than a loaded-down mule.
Father, grant us, your people, the ability to remember what we’re here for. It’s all about you. Where else can we go?
“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might;”
Ecclesiastes 9:10 NASB1995
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