Thursday, April 3, 2014

Ain't Nobody Got Time Fo' Prayer

Sherlock Holmes, petitionary consulting detective

You know how it is...

You oversleep your alarm. You rush to make it to your 8am class while trying to look respectful enough for human interaction in a civilized setting. Lunch date. More classes. Music practice. A few laps around the track. Dinner plans that take longer than expected. One of your friends detains you in a 43-and-a-half minute conversation. By the time you crawl, whimpering with exhaustion, into your bed that’s been left unmade for the past six months, you barely have time to mentally murmur a Hail Mary before the sandman does his thing. And so each day goes.

You really meant to say that decade of the Rosary. You don’t haul that heavy bible around in your backpack just for kicks; you intend to sit down and read it. So what happens? Do we just let the day get away from us? In a word, no. Surviving is not living. When was the last time you felt that your life was real, peaceful, blessed? When was the last time you stopped, threw back your head, breathed deeply, and said to yourself “I am alive and it is good!”

One of the great saints (I can never remember which one) said that when we have no time to pray, we should pray even more. Part of it is a trust issue, really. We think that if we take those 15 minutes to thumb through the Psalms or say the Litany of Mary, we won’t have time to finish that paper/get dressed/make it to bed before 2 am/ etc. So we must trust that if we give our precious time to God, He will provide and give it back to us. If we truly commit ourselves to Him, He will make all things work together for our good.

Try it. It’s really not as scary as it seems.  

And another thing; if we can’t give God our time, we really need to think about who (or what) we are giving it to, and definitely reorder our priorities. After all, we owe God everything, and He owes us nothing.


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