Whatsoever is Holy on Monday of the 31st Week of Ordinary Time
It’s Monday. Just a few weeks ago, I would have spent the night before on an Amtrak train from St. Louis to Chicago. I would have hopped on the 124 and taken it to North Michigan where I would have hopped on the 146 and taken that bus to the corner of Cornelia and Lake Shore Drive. I would have wheeled my carry-on to my apartment and set my alarm for 5:30 AM so that I could snooze a bit before rolling out of bed and returning to the bus stop to take the 135 or the 146 back to North Michigan in the Loop.
Today, I am lounging. I’m doing some holy lounging.
I’m not in a rush to figure it out. That is a big deal for me. I’m always rushing to figure something out. What do I write next. Where do I work next. where should I go next. What should I read next. What is God wanting from me now. What do I want from Him. What does He want me to want from Him.
It is not the same thing as discernment.
Both yield questions, but one is rife with generalized anxiety. The other is quieted confidence that one will figure it out when one is supposed to figure it out.
One is a hungry baby in a mother’s arms, seeking to be fed.
The other is a weaned child in the arms of that same loving mother.
Today’s Responsorial Psalm says, I busy not myself with great things, nor with things too sublime for me. Nay rather, I have stilled and quieted my soul like a weaned child. Like a weaned child on its mother’s lap, so is my soul within me.
It doesn’t mean things aren’t still running through my head. They are. But they are not hitting my soul. I have quieted my soul. I have leaned my head against Mother Church. I have let her arms hold me close.
It is enough.
Today is not the day for announcing what comes next. Today is the day for resting in my Mother’s arms.