Saturday, November 27, 2010
I enjoy reading. There are so many books that I want to read, that I seldom revisit any. Yet as the sun goes down and the season of Advent begins a new church year, I open the pages in a volume I’ve been through over 30 times – The Divine Office. Though the psalms and scriptures have become very familiar, week after week, year after year, each time I pray them, I am different. This season the cry maranatha – come Lord Jesus – is filled with more of a sense of gratitude rather than impatient waiting. Just as I try to heal up a little at a time, day by day, God comes in the little daily events. I don’t have to wait for the big and dramatic in which to discover God.
For fun, I went to the gym and shot baskets this evening. One of the houseparents was teaching his son to shoot, which reminded me of all the times I spent in the back yard with my dad. After they left, I stayed and shot by myself. I hit one string of 25 free throws, and felt pretty good. Then I tried to drive in for layups and my legs just didn’t cooperate. I have to keep trying with the attitude that even if I don’t get all the way back, each little effort will make me stronger and better. With the snow season starting, I want to be able to walk and balance with less chance of slipping and falling.