Where did. you go? Why did you brush past me without a glance?
You know that expression, “if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck and walks like a duck…it must be a duck” ?
Well. September looked like summer, sounded like summer, acted like summer. Was warm like summer.
So. Get my point?
Well, Fall is here and I just got back from Ottawa to visit little Mr. Adorable and his parents. Pictured here with Uncle Huck.
While away, we went to a Sunday Mass in the booming metropolis of Barry’s Bay. A Madonna House priest, whose name I presently forget, said the Mass for us. But his homily. No. I did not forget. He was riveting. You know when your teenage boys come out of Mass and say, “that was the best homily I’ve ever heard,” that it was pretty special.
I will not be reiterating the homily here, but I would like to leave you with the part of it that made its mark on me the most. He talked about the Duty of the Moment.
The Duty of the Moment is to be aware and present and responsive to whatever God has put in front of you each moment of the day. Please note: what is put in front of us each moment of the day is not always pleasant or fun or satisfying. Sometimes, mamas, what God puts in front of us is crying in the middle of the night, smelly, inconsiderate, sassy, hurtful, painful, boring, dirty, messy, unreasonable, unkind or ridiculous.
As I develop that list, I realize that A Great Deal of what has been put in front of us feels like a raw deal. Short end of the stick. Bunch of crap. So many things to ruin my life.
But the Duty of the Moment incites us to respond with love. And that changes everything. Do we have to like the unpleasantries of our life? Nope. But liking something or not does not have to dictate how we respond. We can still respond with love.
We have to respond with love. Because the very quickest way to have a super-bad life, full of misery and despair, is to not respond with love. To respond to the challenges in our life with anger, despair, selfishness. People (little people, big people) will do things that hurt. They will be unreasonable, cranky, relentless. We can freak out (sometimes we do), or we can respond in love by sometimes (YES), saying nothing. Or recognizing that the person frustrating us is having a bad life at that moment in time. We don’t know the burdens others carry.
Life goes whooshing by. Not just whoosh-tember. In all the whooshing, we can create a habit of responding to the Duty of the Moment. Really, the whooshing is just all the moments strung together in life. All we have is the moments.