Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Look This Way

Truly I say to you: You will see the heavens open up, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.

Canticle of Zechariah, Ant. Morning Prayer

I'll be the first to tell you, I'm not really sure what the above means. I have my own idea, but there's more to it than what I suspect. I do believe that angels are here, close by to us, in a world not usually seen but certainly felt. But can they really help us? Can they help me? Every day I swerve from my path. I swerve a bit, but don't leave the path. Why? I don't know. Are they there when the world pulls me to the side in any number of ways? They must, because I'm certainly not nearly strong enough to resist this world completely. Maybe if I truly lived a monks life, not this imitation thing I do now. I want so much to be nearer to God at all times, yet as each day of the week ticks off I seem to lose more and more ground. One step forward, two steps back. At times I think I should just cloister myself at work, be silent all day, talk only when spoken to. I know I need the discipline in my life, and right now I just don't have it enough, not when I really need it. Call upon the angels, especially our guardian angel. I do, when I remember. How bad is that? When I remember...
So I go on, every day, and no matter what, I praise and I pray. God gives me bits and pieces, His face shown to me in a word, or the gesture of a c0-worker. The event that happens just for me, like this evening, when instead of a quiet night we helped a friend in need, blowing leaves away from her house in the dark. For someone else, this asking and giving would mean little, or just an act of kindness. And for Helen that's what it is, just another act of love in a long day of helping people. For me, my first thought is, what an inconvenience! Can you believe that? And coming from a Franciscan. Off the road again. This time, though, it didn't take long for me to see how blessed I was to be able to help someone. How God is so good to us when He does such things! Nothing is by chance. His Hand is behind all, and I must be more aware of Him and His actions. I must look and feel for the presence of his angels as they fight to protect me from this world. I'm always striving for quiet time. Thirsting for something for me. Maybe tonight was one of those moments where He says, My son, look this way. I looked, oh God my Father. And I saw your Son.


Anne said...

I think the fact that you found blowing the leaves to be an inconvenience but you did it anyway was a greater act of love than if it had been something you enjoyed and readily took on. I love the last line of this post-"I looked, oh God my Father, and I saw Your Son." Beautiful!

kam said...

Anne - I'm still dealing with those issues when I'm taken out of my 'box', my comfort zone. Francis lived in one way outside of his comfort zone but in another way he was always in it, always ready to help a brother or a stranger. I may never get there.

Daily Grace said...

Many good things come to mind here as I read your post and I can't help but smile at the way God works in our lives.

The quote from the Canticle of Zecharia bring the picture of service to mind as I see the angles descending to serve and attend to the Lord.

In your post you and Helen come to serve a friend and to attend to her needs~in answering your call you become like the angles in the world, there to asist and bring God's love.

When you mention "one step forward and two steps back", I thought of one of my husband's favorite songs by Garth Brooks, "The Dance",".....I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance".

And Anne got it so right when she mentioned your act of love and the beauty of your prayer.

Remember that God will never be out done in generosity!

God Bless