THE THINGS THAT REALLY MATTER

“One of the tests for determining if the work of salvation in your life is genuine is—has God changed the things that really matter to you? If you still yearn for the old things, it is absurd to talk about being born from above—you are deceiving yourself.

–Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, entry for November 12

i guess we all yearn to be well-regarded. So it took me a long time to realize–to admit to myself–that I was not to have literary riches or fame, I was not to be a mother or wife, I was to remain celibate. All that I could accept, most days joyfully. Still I yearned, unconsciously, for social status. Let me be “popular” within my recovery circle, among my neighbors, on social media.

In the course of the yearning, I learned there’s a difference between resignation and acceptance. My underlying thought can’t be If I don’t put myself forward, I can’t be rejected or fail. I have to try as best I can and suffer defeat; to see that a lot of my actions and work are not much going to avail.

Then again, over time I’ve been given new eyes to see what “avails.” I hear from a few people each week who say that my work has consoled, inspired, accompanied, comforted, challenged, made laugh. And that comes to be enough–enough and then some. A cornucopia of “enough.” We’re all called to put out to the world what we can and what we’re moved to, simply as a more or less spontaneous desire to share the love of Christ. 


NARROW IS THE GATE

As the things that really matter to us change, we become more able to enter through the “narrow gate.” The narrow gate has something to do, it seems to me, with vulnerability, not doing good deeds. It’s an orientation of heart. A true desire for relationship, and a corresponding willingness to let everyone off the hook. We have to want more to give a good account of ourselves to God than to cultivate an image in front of our friends, family, public, or peers. We get to make amends, where due, admit our own mistakes, offer peace, express the need for connection, then let things be and move forward.

“Unbelievers can love others with a magnificent love. But we haven’t been called to this kind of loving. It is not our love that we have to offer, it is the love of God…Supernatural love has to be Jesus’ kind of love; that is to say it has to be incarnate and redemptive. This is not a spiritual love but a love in the flesh (see the parable about the Last Judgment [i.e. Mt 25, the Sheep and the Goats]). It does not give happiness but “buys into” the Beatitudes. This love becomes a goal that is impossible for us to reaach when it is spiritualized, when it is so to speak “unfleshed” from our humanity and no longer attends to genuine human needs.”

Madeleine Delbrêl, The Joy of Believing

Well that’s good news, because left to my own devices, I can work up zero love for the vast number of people who annoy, frighten or perplex me. But we have to bring our body, one way or another, to this supernatural kind of love. Marriage, for example, is one way of bringing the body; celibacy is another–both, if done intentionally, consciously, sacramentally, a laying down of our lives for our friends.

As for general human interaction, we have to bring our minds, souls, strength to the person in front of us–to be present, to pay attention, to continually stretch ourselves way beyond our comfort zones. We don’t get to sequester ourselves from the Other, whoever the Other may be to us. We may or may not be hands-on works of mercy types. We may or may not be plcketers and placard bearers. But we need to back up our prayer with “work” of one kind or another that is more than writing a check or having an opinion. Ora et labora, as the monks say: prayer AND work.

Again, this needn’t be anything fancy. The other say I was sweeping up around my desk and noticed a tiny brad that had dropped to the floor while I was hanging Christmas lights. I could have just brushed it into the dustpan but “Waste not want not,” I heard my late sainted mother say, and I also heard Thérèse of Lisieux: “To pick up a pin for love can save a soul.”

So I laughed and bent down and picked up that tiny nail and returned it to its right container, not just to be thrifty, but with a conscious intention of love even though my back was killing me and it hurt to bend down.

This idea of bringing our bodies is another reason I’m so attached to walking. I often walk to Mass, maybe a half hour each way, when I could drive as a conscious offering of all that I am, puny though that is. Having fasted for an hour before, what with the walk there, Mass, and the walk back, I’m usually somewhat hungry the whole time, so this is another kind of very gentle, very rudimentary offering that I can make, for whatever it’s worth.

Since I often attend the 5:15 at the Newman Center, it’s dark when I emerge, and I have to cross a super busy intersection, I have even purchased myself a little walking flashlight with a beam at one end and a red flasher on the other: a huge concession to safety, age, and the part of the narrow gate that says We know you’re a free spirit but no need as well to be a heedless ass.

The point being (you might well be wondering) that my life becomes ever more of a piece. I don’t have to separate times of prayer, times of “work,” times when I’m “contributing,” times when I’m “sacrificing.” Times when I’m conscious of Christ, times when I’m not. It’s all work and it’s all prayer, and the things that really matter to me ever evolve.

Right now, for instance, I’m kind of obsessed with my birdfeeders and Christmas cards. I’m reading Ruth Butler’s Hidden in the Shadow of the Master: The Model-Wives of Cézanne, Monet, and Rodin. I’m headed downtown to buy a gift for dear friends at the Tucson Museum of Art store and while there, will shoot over to the MSA Annex and treat myself to a Mt. Fuji rice bowl.

I’m planning a trip to White Sands next April. I/ve already been to morning Mass. In short, my life is so bountiful, so extravagant, that I might just be too fat at the moment to fit through the narrow gate!

Blessed Second Sunday of Advent–

13 Replies to “THE THINGS THAT REALLY MATTER”

  1. Cathy Falvey says: Reply

    Enjoyed this post. Read it twice. Probably will a couple more times. I’m on my lunch hour in sunny Florida. I usually come out to my car and enjoy the heat.

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Oh I am with you, Cathy–I’m in Tucson, 80s during the day. Having grown up in NH, I can’t get enogh of the warmth…so glad we’re accompanying each other on your lunch hour! Many thanks–

  2. Thank you for sharing my thoughts! You definitely console, inspire and generally make me feel less alone Heather.🙏

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Well you all make ME feel less alone, too, Elizabeth–so mission accomplished!

  3. Heather- thank you for this. I was waiting to pick up my dinner order at a local diner before heading home, and read your words. They resonated with me in both big and small ways. Your writing reminds me that I am not alone and brings me such joy. Happy Advent!

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Thank you, Laura! I’m always glad to be connected in some way with dinner/food…Happy Advent to you as well!

  4. Philippe Garmy says: Reply

    Truth to tell, some days the glass is simply half empty. Then there are those better days the glass is half full. And praise God, there are those glorious days when my cup spilleth over and some! Until I finally realise and ultimately decide who’s pouring, I’m just another clumsy, stubborn, often silly and needy vessel struggling along this life journey. I’m truly grateful to you, dearest Heather, for your encouraging thoughts, meditations and original point of view. Your honest assessments and commentaries help light the path with smiles, grins, punch and poetry…filling my journey with hope and shared purpose.
    During the Advent season, may our Lord bless you abundantly!

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      I love this, Philippe: “I’m just another clumsy, stubborn, often silly and needy vessel struggling along this life journey.” Amen! I’m so grateful for your support and readership from beautiful Paris–may the good Lord shower you with blessings this Advent and in the New Year….

  5. Same as Cathy, read this twice and maybe more times, dear Heather! For me, your shared generous writings go where no one else goes, you are a light in the exponential darkness, am so so thankful that you love God!

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Aw thanks, Miss Glenda! Such a mystery, how we go about sharing our humble little lives and thereby partake of the ongoing Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes…blessed Advent to you!

  6. Teresa Vest says: Reply

    I just picked up a Womens Health magazine from May 2007. An article ‘Proud Mama’ led me to look you up, and I’m so glad God has led me too you, ’cause there could be no other explanation. On a spiritual journey searching for joy and purpose, you are now my new favorite author.

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Well that’s pretty fantastic, Teresa! Thank you. I’m so glad you picked up that Womens Health magazine from 14 years ago–serendipity! And welcome to our wacky little community–

  7. I got a bit behind reading your blog….but truly, I enjoyed this one. Lately I’ve been aware of evolving…and recognizing what truly matters. Life in it’s ups and downs can sometimes send a person head over heels. Which end is up anyways?!? Been there for sure. If I look through the eyes of faith, with all the gifts God showers down on me every minute of every day….I, too, am fat with the recognition of all that is “bountiful” around me. Thank you for sharing this with us. God has been changing what really matters to me, and that is downright amazing!! Blessings to you, Heather. Enjoy those birds and Christmas Cards.

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