God hit me with two things today…both of which point to the key to life…to the essence of what it means to be a disciple.

First, in listening to a message from Joyce Meyers, God shared with me the the importance of not having rules without relationship. For me, this immediately rang of all my attempts to structure my life in a certain way…and fill it with certain activities…in order to move deeper in my relationship to Christ. I didn’t take this to suggest that these attempts are wrong, only that they must be infused with an honest and earnest pursuit of a relationship with Jesus….with getting to know Him…and allow myself to be known by Him. Otherwise my saying of the Rosary or daily Bible reading…or even writing a blog post…is just busy work…that may have a net positive impact on my life…but that can’t be truly life changing…heart changing…without the personal knowledge of Jesus.

The second thing God hit me with was today’s devotional from the Oswald chamber blog: My Utmost for His Highest. In today’s post, God reveals that in order to truly realize the vision He has for our lives, we have to have a “vivid, personal, overpowering relationship” with Jesus….just as the Apostle Paul did. His dramatic Damascus Road experience was not simply a conversion to a different way of life, but was the launch of a super-charged relationship with Jesus Christ Himself. Jesus appeared to Paul and asked for nothing less than His whole life…as Chambers paraphrases…He asked to “overpower and subdue” everything. And when Paul assented…that vision…that promise of completely and radically transforming Paul’s life would not have happened…were it not for the intimate relationship Paul forged with Jesus himself.

So the bottom line is that while all my tools and methods may be good…all my structure and organization may be helpful…if I want to realize God’s plan for my life, then I need to get to know Him….not as an object…but as a person…as a personal Creator. If I want to see His vision for me come to life, then I need to live my life with Him. The key…as with so much of life…is relationship.

God made me to know Him, to love Him, and to serve Him in this world, and to be happy with Him for ever in heaven. — Baltimore Catechism No. 1, 1885

I think when many of us think of service, we think of doing something. We imagine ourselves as waiters or waitresses bringing God’s love to those around us. We aspire to be God’s instrument, to act on God’s behalf, to do His work. When we think of serving, we think of doing something…even if it is something as simple as giving some money to the homeless guy on the corner or letting someone get in front of us in line. But I am realizing that sometimes, rather than be a waiter…my role is closer to that of the plate. In other words, sometimes I serve God best, just by being there.

In the grand scheme of a meal, the plate is very easily over looked. We touch and use the silverware, the glasses, the salt and pepper shakers. We are appreciative of the chef or loved one who cooked the meal. We consciously thank the host(s) or wait staff who bring us the food (often with a gift or tip). But the plate? The plate just sits there. The only reason we even notice it (if in fact we do) is because it holds the food and so we can’t help but see it when we look at what we are going to eat. Yes the plate’s job is a simple one…hold the food…keep it from running all over the table. The focal point of the meal is almost always the food itself. The plate is really just a prop.

But actually…that might not be fair. After all, the plate is holding the most important part of the meal. And the plate is what allows the meal to be enjoyed (imagine how much less enjoyable it would be if everyone’s casserole, quiche, salad, or pasta was just dumped on the table). Yes when we think about it, the plate actually does play a very important role in the meal…by just being there. It doesn’t have to do anything…other than to be itself…to sit there and let itself be used. It’s important, not because of what it is, but because it allows us to focus on something else. It serves by lifting up another. And sometimes, I think that’s all that God wants us to do.

I was reminded of this very poignantly this long weekend. Our daughter has been under the weather the past few days with a relatively high temperature and sore throat. Though there were moments when she was her usual, energetic, joyful self…most of the weekend saw her lying on the couch, curled up in a ball beneath her favorite blanket, not really wanting to eat or drink or do anything but watch The Sound of Music or Toy Story. But one morning, while Mommy was off getting ready for the day, my daughter summoned her strength and pulled herself over to the other end of the couch, where I was sitting…and she climbed into my lap. I, of course, had been lamenting to God how helpless I felt…how I wanted to take her sickness away but there was nothing I could do. And then…as both an answer to prayer and a lesson…my daughter curled up in my lap. She didn’t say anything…and quickly resumed her absorption into the TV. But I knew that for her…at that moment…being there in my lap made her feel better than lying in nearly the same position just a few feet away. God showed me through this precious moment that I was able to help someone…in this case my daughter…simply by being there. I didn’t have to do anything or bring her anything. There was no action I had to take. I wasn’t waiting on her in the traditional sense. No…I was able to serve her…to love her…simply by being there…by holding her….by lifting her up. I was able to love and comfortable and help…just by being present to her…and letting her use me. So now whenever my pride starts to clamor about the next big thing I can do for God, I am going to remind myself, maybe God doesn’t need a waiter…maybe He just needs a plate.

C.S. Lewis suggests that our needs and longings are evidence of something that can fulfill them.

A man’s physical hunger does not prove that man will get any bread; he may die of starvation on a raft in the Atlantic. But surely a man’s hunger does prove that he comes of a race which repairs its body by eating and inhabits a world where eatable substances exist. In the same way, though I do not believe (I wish I did) that my desire for Paradise proves that I shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good indication that such a thing exists and that some men will. A man may love a woman and not win her; but it would be very odd if the phenomenon called “falling in love” occurred in a sexless world.

For example, the fact that we feel hunger is evidence that we need to eat and that need is evidence that food must exist (even if we had never seen food…the need implies it must exist somewhere). In a similar way, our restlessness and emptiness on this earth is evidence that this is not our home and that there must be something, or someone, else who will fulfill us. (Certainly there are enough examples throughout history of people who “had it all” but whose lives ultimately ended in tragedy because true and lasting fulfillment does not come from this world.) Also similarly, a longing or desire stirring inside of you to serve others…and to serve God…is evidence of a calling God has for your life.

Anyway, it occurred to me while taking a walk this morning that the reverse of Lewis’ argument must also be true…at least in some instances. You see as I walked and drank in the simple beauty of the sunrise and felt the sharp but invigorating chill of the morning air on my face, I recognized how worthy God is of our constant praise. His majesty and omnipotence, His mercy and grace, are evidence that He is worthy of all praise…of our praise…and so we must praise Him every moment of every day. The only problem with that logic is that it doesn’t work practically.

God created us…and He created us here…in a world where we must work for our survival. He created us with needs and longings and provided the means to fulfill them…but we have to work for them (we have to cultivate the land for it to produce food, we have to build in order to have shelter, etc.). And so while God may be worthy of our constant praise, it would seem He left us very little time to do it.

But that’s when I started to recognize that somehow both must be true…and that’s when it hit me…our lives must be lived in praise of our Father. It’s true that we can’t fall prostrate before an alter 24/7…that we can’t participate in Mass every hour of every day. But that does not eliminate the need…and certainly doesn’t diminish God’s worthiness. So somehow…someway…our daily lives…filled with all the humdrum and mundane activities…must somehow sing praise to God.

So the question is..how do we do that? How do we live and do all the things we have to do each day…and yet do them in a way that praises God? I imagine we all have to find that answer for ourselves. There is no magic formula. No one size fits all. No…the answer is likely as unique as each of our lives is unique. But it’s an answer we must find. God demands it…and if we listen closely…our very souls demand it.

If you ask why we should obey God, in the last resort the answer is, ‘I am.’ To know God is to know that our obedience is due to Him. ~ C.S. Lewis

We often hear people talk about or preach that we have to carry our cross…or maybe our crosses. But it occurred to me that when we say that, we often miss the true meaning of what Jesus was trying to tell us.

Then he said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. Luke 9:23

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And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.Luke 14:27

I think if we truly want to understand what it means to take up our cross daily…we need to consider His cross.

It seems people often focus on what the cross is…rather than what it does. Certainly the cross was a burden. It was heavy. I’ve seen references suggesting the upright post was 6ft-8ft tall and the cross beam 5ft-6ft long. The crossbeam itself likely weighted well over 100 lbs by some estimates. So it is easy to see how we could come to interpret “carry our cross” to mean we must accept the heavy burdens in our life…and forge onward despite them. These burdens are often seen as things like challenging relationships, or poverty, or poor health, or whatever it is that makes this life difficult and challenging for us. Now I’m no suggesting there is no value or validity in understanding Jesus’ command this way. But I do think there is more to be gleaned…and possibly something that is more important than this.

Whatever the physical dimensions of the cross may have been…and however difficult it surely must have been for Jesus to carry after the suffering already endured…I think it’s important that we remember what it is the cross actually did…and still does. Quite literally, the cross crucified Christ. It killed Him…killed His body. That’s what a cross does. That is why it was invented…to kill and destroy the flesh. And really that is what the entire Passion is about. Jesus allows himself to be crucified physically, emotionally, and even spiritually (“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). In other words, He allows Himself to be humbled for the sake of others…for our sake.

And so I think maybe, when Jesus tell us we must “carry our cross” daily, He isn’t telling us to endure or persevere all the things that annoy, and distract, and make us uncomfortable (such as challenging relationships, poverty, or illness)…but rather that everyday we must seek to crucify the attitudes and beliefs and thoughts within us that lead us to see these burdens as burdens in the first place….rather than as the work of God in our lives. He is telling us that where our flesh rebels against the pain of being humbled…we have to crucify it. Isn’t this the lesson of the Saints and Martyrs? Isn’t this what we are taught throughout the Bible?

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. James 1:2-4

I tell you the truth, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy. A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world. So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. John 16:20-22

Indeed, all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted. 2 Timothy 3:12

Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I do my share on behalf of His body, which is the church, in filling up what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions. Colossians 1:24

Of course this is all easier said than done…but we can’t dismiss it or ignore it because it is difficult. It seems to me that this should be our goal. This is what we are to strive toward.

And so when we pick-up our crosses each day, what we are saying we really need to do is pick-up the tools needed to crucify our flesh. We need to destroy those parts of us that rebel against the work of God in us and in the world…parts of us like our selfishness…our envy…our pride…our self-righteousness. We need to be prepared to be humbled…and not simply be prepared…but we need to embrace it…seek it…even pray for it. This is the cross Jesus refers to…the one that crucifies….the one that destroys the flesh…the one that makes way for the resurrection. If we do this…then I believe we will be that much closer to being true disciples of Jesus.

I’ve never been big on New Year’s Resolutions. It seems to me that whatever would be worth resolving to do at the start of a year is something that I already should have been doing…and so deciding that I was going to start doing it now…just because the calendar changed…well…that just never felt right.

But there is no denying that Dick Clark’s Rockin Eve and the dropping of the ball in Times Square do provide a great opportunity for self reflection…for thinking about my life…about how I’m living it…and how I should be living it. Besides, we are linear people…we like beginnings and endings…we like parameters and boundaries…we like markers and milestones. So I suppose, if flipping the page on the calendar…or starting a whole new calendar for that matter…is what it takes for us…for me…to finally do the things I need to be doing in my life…then perhaps I shouldn’t dismiss the idea of New Year’s Resolutions so easily.

So after much thinking…and soul searching…and a little prayer…here are my resolutions:

• I will pray more…and I will love more.
• I will make more time for people…for relationships…and I will love more.
• I will open myself more to the presence of Jesus Christ in and around my life….and I will love more.
• I will appreciate more the gift of each moment whether seemingly spectacular or ordinary…and I will love more.
• I will be more of the man God created me to be…and I will love more.

Now I don’t know how far I will get with all of these…I don’t know how much progress I will really make…but there can be no doubt about my need to do these things. John spells it out pretty clearly in today’s readings:

Beloved, let us love one another,
because love is of God;
everyone who loves is begotten by God and knows God.
Whoever is without love does not know God, for God is love.
In this way the love of God was revealed to us:
God sent his only-begotten Son into the world
so that we might have life through him.
In this is love:
not that we have loved God, but that he loved us
and sent his Son as expiation for our sins. 1 John 4:7-10

I must love…and am only capable of love…because God first loved me. God is Love…and so how can I call myself a Christian and do anything else?

Of course I am still flawed…still weak…still incomplete. But as C.S. Lewis observes so poignantly:

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

So despite my sinfulness, I have to press on…I can’t become complacent. I can’t continue going through the motions…okay just isn’t enough. And as Matthew West continues in his song:

I don’t wanna go one more day
without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking,
“What if I had given everything,
instead of going through the motions?”

So it’s time. Time to decide to be different. Time to decide to be better. If I want to fly…I first have to hatch. Father, please consider these resolutions the first cracks in my shell.

So I was driving…saying the Rosary…contemplating the Joyful Mysteries (The Annunciation, The Visitation, the Birth of Jesus, the Presentation, and Finding Jesus in the Temple)…and like a slow but steady sunrise…it dawned on me that one of the great messages of Christmas is that we are not alone. In this crazy, non-stop, increasingly impersonal and isolated world…we are not alone. First and foremost, God drew closer to us than He ever had before through His Son.

“The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel”–which means, “God with us” Matthew 1:23.

From now on…no matter what happened…no mattered where we were or what we did…God would be present…He would be real…He would be close…He would be with us. But the Christmas story shows that God would be present not in some abstract, ethereal sort of way…but with us…in our lives…bring comfort and reassurance when we needed it. Just look at Mary.

It isn’t difficult to imagine how Mary could have felt very alone in her situation. She was carrying a child, conceived not by her husband…or any man…but by the Holy Spirit, and this child was not simply any child…but God’s Son. I think it is safe to say that’s a pretty unique experience…one that most people could not relate to…even if it was possible to tell people about it…which I have to think really wasn’t possible. In fact, it seems likely that if she had openly shared her story, the religious leaders of the day would have brought her up on charges of blasphemy…and possibly had her killed. No, this miraculous Incarnation was something Mary would have to endure on her own…or would she?

Mary had to wonder what Joseph would do when she told him her story. Since he was a righteous man, she had every reason to think he would divorce her…and she couldn’t blame him. But God intervened…He spoke to Joseph and assured him that Mary was telling the truth…and that He should not fear taking her as his wife. And in doing that, not only did God provide an earthly father for Jesus…and avoid scandal for Mary…but He also assured Mary that she would have a partner…a husband…someone to lean on and to watch out for her. He assured her that she would not be alone.

But of course Joseph was a man…and he could only empathize so much with being pregnant…from a miraculous conception. And besides, he wasn’t the one that people were staring at. Despite their keeping their story quiet…no doubt rumors spread…and you have to think Mary was often the center of conversation…probably unflattering conversation. On top of that, she herself must have struggled with the craziness of it all. Why her? Why a baby? Why would God send His Son to be born here? It was simply too incredible. Who could blame Mary if she had doubts…if she questioned whether God was really going to do this? But Mary learned…it wasn’t the first time God orchestrated a miraculous birth.

Certainly it was no coincidence that the mother of the one who would pave the way for Jesus….the prophet of God who would cry out in the wilderness and call people to repent…was Mary’s cousin, Elizabeth. I mean surely it could have been any woman…but God chose Elizabeth…Elizabeth who was very old…well beyond child-bearing years. And so…like Mary…Elizabeth was called to trust in God’s Word. Despite all logic…and against all odds (and biology)…Elizabeth would have a child. There is no question it was hard to believe. In fact, Elizabeth’s husband, Zechariah, was unable to speak until his son was born because he doubted the words of God’s angel. But God did keep His Word…and their son, John the Baptist, was born. And in so doing, God not only provided this world a prophet…and Jesus a herald, but He gave Mary someone who could understand what she was experiencing…someone who could appreciate what it was like to be trusting God for a miracle. Yes, by choosing Elizabeth to be the mother of John the Baptist, God also assured Mary that she was not alone.

Finally, alone in the stable, with a newborn baby sleeping in a manger, probably shivering from both the cold and exhaustion, Mary and Joseph tried to drink it all in. Here was this promised child…this Holy One of God…this miraculous baby…and they were in a stable…surrounded by animals…essentially invisible to the world. Not the sort of arrival one would expect for the Son of God. What was the point? What were they suppose to do now? Why was this child born? Was this really God’s Son? I can imagine all these questions swirling around in their heads. And once again, God reassures. While Mary was going through labor and giving birth to Jesus, God’s angels were announcing the arrival of His Son to the shepards in the fields. They proclaimed this miraculous gift God had given the world and told them where they could find this Holy Child. And so Mary and Joseph didn’t really have long to toil in their questions and doubts before the shepards arrived. They came and worshiped at the manger. And then they told others…and others came. And soon Mary and Joseph were witness to the first worship service for their son. And not only did God do all this to announce to the world the gift of His Son…but He did it also to assure Mary and Joseph…they were not alone.

And so as we move toward the end of the Christmas season, I see that one of the messages we need to be sure to carry with us is that God is here…He loves us…He is with us…and because of His Son…no matter where we are…no matter what situation we find ourselves in…no matter what we have done (or failed to do)…God is with us…and we need not fear. We are not alone.

Earlier this week the Gospel reading was Mary’s Song. To those unfamiliar this is a simple prayer of thanksgiving that Mary offers after being greeted so graciously by her cousin Martha. It’s a wonderful prayer…honest and humble. It got me thinking about how significant Mary is in Jesus’ life…and how she should be in ours. She was there at the beginning of Jesus’ Earthly life…and there at the end. And she was there afterward…when He rose again. But it occurred to me…that for all of her significance…we only hear her speak three times.

The first time Mary speaks we hear her offer her complete and unwavering obedience to God (Luke 1:38). The second time we hear her speak it is the prayer of thanksgiving from the Gospel reading I mentioned earlier. She sings of God’s holiness and of His mercy. The third time she speaks, we hear her instructing the servants at the wedding feast to “do whatever He tells you (John 2:1-11). So there you have it. Jesus’ mother speaks only three times in the Bible and we get three messages: 1) Serve God…His will be done, 2) God is holy and merciful, and 3) we should do whatever He tells us.

As I think about it…that’s pretty good advice. And its not advice from some scholar living in a lofty tower, it is advice that was lived out in Mary’s life. She is not only our teacher…but our example. Service, worship, and obedience. It seems to me we can do alot worse than apply these “sayings” of Mary to our own life. Maybe this Christmas…as we pause to thank God for the His precious Son, we should pause to think about Mary…about how she lived…and about what she said.

Sometimes I am surprised by my reaction to Scripture. It so often convicts me…nearly always teaches me…but for whatever reason it is a rare occasion (though I dare say it is becoming more frequent) that it moves me. Today’s reading from Zephaniah was one of those rare occasions.

From the first line I could feel something stirring in me…this bubbling…almost like a boiling sensation within me…as joy overtook my soul. How could my soul respond otherwise? Here our God shouts to us through His prophet: “Rejoice! I have wiped away your sin! I have removed the judgement against you. You are free! You are saved! There is nothing left to fear!”

As I read it again I hear it echoing the joyful consulation that the angels brought to the shepards:

“Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people….Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” Luke 2:10,14

Rejoice! And again I say rejoice! God is with us! And God has saved us! How can our bodies contain it? How can we not exclaim it to the world? For God so loved us…that He sent His Son to us…in the form of a baby…to ransom us from death…to fulfill His promise at the dawn of Creation…that we will have life…and have it from everlasting to everlasting!

There is no greater news…no greater gift. Let us then celebrate…let us live with a song in our heart and His praise on our lips. This is no season of silence (with all do reverence and love for hymns like Silent Night)…it is a time to shout….and shout with joy!

God opened my eyes this morning to the realization that I want things to be easy. I wouldn’t have thought this about myself I don’t think. But it became pretty clear. You see I was lamenting to God that I have trouble staying focused when I pray the rosary…my mind gets distracted and then races from one thought to another completely seamlessly. while I was at it, I shared with Him my frustration that despite my proclamation at the beginning of Christmas that I wanted to live this Christmas season as if it was the only one I would get…it once again seems to have rushed along to where there are now only a few days left. I hadn’t had an special experiences. I don’t feel any new or special feelings. And in fact, I feel a bit distant from God. This definitely hasn’t been the extraordinarily Christmas I had wanted. And that’s when I smiled.. I smiled because I think I heard God chuckle a little bit. “Oh…so you want it easy, John….” I had to admit…I guess that’s true. Of course that’s not how it works. Faith is something that grows through use…through struggle…through exertion…just like the muscles of our body. And just like our body, we can’t waive a magic wand and suddenly be in shape. We have to work at it…we have to be persistent…we have to pursue it. And it’s in that working out that we find the extraordinary.

I heard a great sermon this weekend. In it, our deacon laid out the Christmas story from Joseph’s perspective. It was a powerful message…and I guess I should have seen this “it’s not easy” message coming…because it sure wasn’t easy for Joseph. I mean here was this guy who had worked and saved, built his business, arranged for a wife, and paid the dowry. Things were finally lining up. Finally he was going to see the fruit of all his labor. He would have a wife, start a family, and begin to build a real life for himself and his family. Only then he finds out, that Mary…the woman to whom he is betrothed…is pregnant. She insists she has not been with another man, but there really isn’t any other explanation available. You can almost hear Joseph sigh. “So much for my plans. So much for finally getting what I had been working toward for all these years. So much for easy.”

Now the law states that Mary should be taken out to the public square and be stoned to death (Deut. 22:23-24). And Joseph was a righteous man. He was a good man…and he obeyed the law of God. But amazingly, Joseph seemed to appreciate the heart of the law…the heart of God…more so then many of the leaders of his day…because he decided he would not publicly humiliate Mary…and he would certainly not have her stoned. But neither could he endorse her seeming adultery…and he could not live a lie…acting as if the child was his. So he decided he would divorce her quietly. Easy enough.

But of course as we know, God had other plans…and Joseph had a dream. In the dream God reassured Joseph that in fact Mary had not been with another man. That the baby she was carrying was God’s child…and that he and Mary should name him Jesus…and raise him as their own. So that’s what Joseph did. He took Mary as his wife.

Now I can imagine after that dream, Joseph was probably on a spiritual high. I mean talk about a mountain top experience! An angel appearing in your dream and giving you a message from God…that has to pump you up. Plus God was entrusting you to raise His Son. I mean talk about a vote of confidence. And so it is easy for me to imagine that Joseph must have expected that from here on out…with God watching over His Son…things would be…well…easy.

But then there was the census…and the trip to Bethlehem….and on top of that…there wasn’t any room for them in Bethlehem…so they had to stay in a stable. [Imagine…your first act as the stand-in dad for God’s Son is failing to find a warm, clean room for Him to be born…and instead having to settle for a stable.] And then there was Herod…and the flight to Egypt…and then Jesus getting “lost” in the temple…and so on. I think any idea that this would be easy….that God would roll out the red carpet of ease and miracles for them…was quickly shattered. But that should be no surprise to us. we’ve seen…strength comes through struggle…through work…and yes even through stress. And God wanted His Son…and his adoptive parents…to be strong. Just like He wants me to be strong in my faith.

And so I need to abandon this idea of easy….of wanting things to be easy. I need to recognize, appreciate, and embrace the fact that it is through the struggles and frustration and challenges that I grow closer to God. Not only…and not usually…through mountain top experiences or angelic dreams. It’s through life…through the humdrum…through the mundane…that God meets me…and teaches me…and grows me…if I let Him. And so I need to let Him. I need to accept and believe that He is directing my path (Jeremiah 10:23). I need to abandon my plans…and simply let God direct my life (Jeremiah 29:11). I need to let Him work…and let Him work on me (Psalms 139:23-24). Then…if I let myself see it…I’ll find that my ordinary life is actually quite extraordinary…not just at Christmas…but all year. It’s really as simply as that. In fact, it sounds kind of easy.

This weekend I watched a documentary on the life of Cardinal Francis Xavier Nguyen Van Thuan (Road of Hope). Amidst being humbled and inspired by this truly hope-full and joy-full man of God, I was moved by a conscious, willful decision he made during his 13+ years of imprisonment in Vietnam (of which 9 were in solitary confinement):

“I decided I would not wait. I would live the present moment and fill it with love. For if I wait, the things I wait for will never happen. The only thing that I can be sure of is that I am going to die. No, I will not spend time waiting. I will live the present moment and fill it with love.”

What an incredibly powerful and liberating statement. Here is this man enduring long periods of darkness (literal and spiritual)…feeling helpless and unimportant…being abused and belittled…and somehow he opens his mind to God’s truth…and he hears the secret of life. I mean what a beautifully simple compass for one’s life…for my life. “Live the present moment…and fill it with love.” I knew as soon as I heard it…that is what I want. That’s how I want to live.
So I started thinking about Christmas, because that’s where I am right now…in the middle of Christmas…and I didn’t want to wait to try and implement this new found direction for my life. Each year seems to be a whirlwind of parties and get-togethers and visits and encounters. And when it is all said and done…I inevitable feel like it all slipped by too fast and I never got to really talk to or be with anyone (except my wife and daughter…and sometimes even that seems rushed). So I started thinking…how do I fill each of these moments of Christmas…with love?

I began with the basics…just trying to understand what love really is…what it means. Love is a verb….at least as Jesus intended it. It’s not a thing that you fall into…or lose. It’s not a feeling or emotion (although you can feel things because of love.) No…love is a decision…it’s an action. And love is outward, not inward. Love is about others…not yourself. It’s something you give…not something you get. So from these two basic elements of love I knew that filling moments with love meant doing something (or several things) for others. It had to be about what others felt and took away from their encounter with me. Somehow I had to become God’s hands and feet and voice and somehow make His love real in the lives of those I came into contact with. I had to make god’s love palpable for them. But how do I do this in fleeting conversations and short visits? How do I deepen the time I have with each person…when that time is so short?

And so I started a list of little things…things I can do in each encounter, each visit, each moment during Christmas to let someone know they are valuable…they are important…they are loved. Here’s what I have come up with so far:

• Find time for “everyone”…even if only a few moments.
• Make eye contact…and really see the person I’m talking to.
• Ask about their life…and uncover what is important to them.
• Express to them their value in your eyes…and don’t hold back.
• Make physical contact…whether a hug or handshake or pat on the back…physical touch helps make God’s love real.

I realize these are not earth shattering. In fact, I expect they are some basic tenants from Communication 101. But I also realize how seldom I really do these things, especially with some people…such as the relative I have nothing in common with, or a niece’s new boyfriend who has his nose pierced and a sleeve of tattooed skulls down his arm, or the elderly neighbor who talks endlessly and in detail about her maladies and problems, or…and especially at some moments…such as when I’m tired, or I’m ready to go, or I’m hungry, or the game is on, or… Yes, the sad truth is there are so many things always going on…that I get distracted from the moment. And not only do I fail to fill these moments with love…but I fail to fill them with anything…because I’m not there. I’m thinking about how to get out of this conversation or about what I am going to do next. I guess that’s why time sees to go so quickly sometimes, because I am often racing to the next moment before I’ve appreciated the current one. But this Christmas, I want to start to change all that.

Admittedly this sounds somewhat pollyannaish. I haven’t even gotten to the first moment with this new perspective yet (or I have and I missed it), but already I am worrying if it’s even possible to do this. Can I really focus on the other person I am talking to…really stay there…centered on them…and let God’s love fill that moment through me? Can I really tune out all the other distractions around (and within) me…and be with that other person in the moment? I guess time will tell. But if I can….if I can move this lesson from my mind to my heart…if I can live in the moment…and fill those moments with love…then there can be little doubt that a season of moments filled with love is about the best Christmas present one can hope for.

Cardinal Thuan, please pray for me…that the joy and hope you found through living each moment and filling it with love will also find me. Amen.