Summer is just about over in New England. Despite the glory of fall, I still find the end of summer sad. This year it is especially melancholy because I feel as if I have not really lived the summer. There were a few wonderful weekends tossed in, but for the most part my summer was sucked into a draining job which provides me with no illusions of contributing to the greater good of humanity.
I spend 6:00-7:00pm each Friday at a local Adoration Chapel. This evening I found that I spent a solid chunk of time in “adoration” thinking about shallow things from work. The realization came along with the knowledge that I want all of the busyness of my life to be things that I will be glad to bring to Jesus. Perhaps I should scratch “things” and make it “people”… I cannot yet be alone with God most of the time, but I can work toward meaning rather than mere survival.
Autumn always feels like death to me, and this year I am glad of it. I feel quite ready to die to all of the material comforts that keep me trapped in a job which kills the soul.
- John the Baptist
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