Back in the day, whenever I noted the passing of anyone, I
thought of that life as just a bump in the road…which left a fairly
what’s-the-use aftertaste, if you will.
Then I was gifted with the prayer of Saint Francis. In that
prayer, he asks to be made an instrument of God’s peace. That’s when I got my
first glimpse of life having a personal reason…that my life had a
purpose. I saw that God answered that prayer at birth…we are each an
instrument of God’s peace. Our job from birth is to do exactly that…be an
instrument of God’s peace.
More important to me personally, I realized that to be an
instrument of God’s peace, I would need to make myself available to
others. That was not particularly good news to me but I knew it to be true for
me. The simple fact that I did not particularly like people forced me to accept
that I needed people. It was just plain fact that I could not be an instrument
of peace, God’s or my ego’s, with no one to interact with. Left alone too long,
I can get into fierce arguments with myself and wind up hurting my own
feelings…repeatedly.
I also knew that, after the fact, a life may look like a
bump in the road, but each life-bump was useful…was necessary…if it touched
somebody else. Even as a bad example, maybe especially as a bad example (since
everybody has to learn acceptance someway), if somebody else
was affected by that life, it was an instrument for God’s peace.
That was then, and is to this day, my “new day
a-dawning” feeling. I know my purpose in life. I know my life counts…through my
dependence on others…and others’ dependence on me.
Thank You.
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