Dear Companions on the Journey,
The cold, the gray, the long nights remind me of one of Howard Thurman’s meditations:
Despite the dullness and barrenness of the days that pass, if I search with due diligence, I can always find a moment left, illuminated by some former radiance that I had forgotten.
At the time, it was full-orbed, glorious and resplendent. was sure that I would never forget. the moment of its fullness, I was sure that it would illumine my path for all the rest of my journey.
But I have forgotten how easy it is to forget.
There was not intent to betray what seemed so sure at the time. response was whole, clean, authentic. little by little, there crept into my life the dust and grit of the journey.
Nothing overwhelming, nothing flagrant, just wear and tear. day to day…the routine, the sunset turned beige…If there had been some direct challenge to my voice of the genuine, the authentic, a clear and cut issue, I would have fought it to the end, and beyond.
So, in the quietness of this place, in this group, in this particular moment, on this particular evening, surrounded by the all-pervading presence of the Holy, my heart whispers to me: fresh before me the moments of my Highest knowing, that in fair weather or foul, in good times, or in tempests, in the days when the darkness and the foe are nameless or familiar, in the mix of voices, mine and others, in my fears and frets, my weakness and my love, I may not forget that to which my life is committed.
What do you think?
And let us pray for/with one another.
The Paulist Center