The ground is covered with mush, and another storm is coming. The kids have cabin fever, and the snow has provided only limited relief. We are frustrated with our children and then frustrated with ourselves for being too frustrated. Or else its work. Its Monday. Now I work at home these days so I don't experience this regular hours/commute business, but I have been there and done that. Whatever we're doing, we wake up in the morning and wonder if there is anything in the day that we can look forward to. So where is God in all this?
Well I have my "faith," of course. I say my morning prayer. I offer "everything" to God. But what is my daily experience? Basically, here is my religion over in this spot: what I believe, prayers to say, stuff I have to do (and not do), and a basic assumption that it really has more to do with the future than the present (I'm making little insurance payments for after I die). Then, over here, on this other spot, is my life today. Religion is "part" of it, and then there is all the other stuff, which involves getting throught the day as comfortably as possible, pleasing myself, avoiding problems as much as possible, attending to responsibilities and relationships, accomplishing my own goals, trying to "be happy." That's my experience.
That, however, is not reality. God became man. God has inserted Himself into every circumstance of my life; He is present and all of those circumstances are His personal plan for me, His concrete shaping of my destiny here and now. Here is an important point: to say "He is present in my life" is not to lay on an additional moral weight, as though the awareness of this should lead me to say, "yeah, He is present and I am still screwing up." The point is this: "He is present" IS A FACT, before I interpret it, before I think about whether it makes me better or worse, before I do
anything at all, He is present. He takes the initiative, He governs my life, He sees everything and shapes everything, and gives my life to me and lives it with me--provoking the response of my freedom as I act and struggle and suffer what is being given to me. He knows I'm going to screw up and He has provided for that too. He knows that I am largely unaware of His presence but that just makes Him more attentive. (How much are your kids aware of their dependence on you?) That is something worth stressing: His presence NOW in my life
is a fact. It is reality. No matter how bad a day it has been, He is here. Not vague, not abstract, not in the clouds. Right here, with me, totally embracing my life, "nearer to me than I am to myself," loving me more than I love myself.
But I want to be more aware of this, of course. We have to ask Him to make us
more aware of the reality of His presence in our daily life. We must beg for this. It is reality, and therefore it is the only thing that is going to make us happy. I beg. But it doesn't seem to be happening. That means I have to beg more. He will deepen my awareness in His time, in His way, according to the mystery of the person He is making me to be. When we ask God to make us more aware of His loving presence in our lives,
we have already begun to be more aware.
