Have you noticed how we always tend to pigeonhole one another? Thinking like this is a good indication that we aren’t in conversation with God. If we have already decided what we are and are not meant to do, we aren’t likely to pray over it.
Have you known that person? The one who leaves every person they encounter feeling a little more blessed for having met them? We wonder how they do it, how they have it in them. We’re a little envious, even if we don’t let ourselves acknowledge it.
Pop culture has given us a unique idea of the term justice. Justice is about taking. Taking what’s owed. Taking revenge. But when you remember the presence of an all-loving and all-merciful God, it turns our gunslinging sense of justice on its head.
Looking back over my journey of parenthood, I know there were days when I traveled the extra mile for my children. And then, it happened: the attitude. The request for the smallest thing from one of them is met with disdain or bewilderment.
When I challenge myself to give thanks for things that bother me, I envision Christ giving thanks over those insufficient loaves. How many of us would see that paltry little basket and kick a rock in frustration because we can’t feed all our people?
We are all shepherds of a kind, called to tend our own sheep: our families, our parishes, our communities. But it’s exhausting. Don’t we all sometimes just want to take a break from being a steward? So, what if the flock scatters just a little?
In my experience, there are two kinds of people: the folks who kick off their shoes the second they walk through the door, and the ones who don’t. People can feel strongly about this on both sides. This same theory can also apply to our spiritual lives.