For those in my cadre of blog followers and curious Twitter readers who have been wondering where my spiritual side has disappeared to amidst recent political posts, let me assure you it is still there.
I continue my ministry activities, which have lessened in leadership positions and increased in worship service, as I am now a Lector, Cantor and occasional choir member at Mass.
I am still active in a social outreach ministry as a mentor, take the minutes of Pastoral Council meetings and lead a study group focused on Marian and Divine Mercy subjects.
My prayer life has suffered inconsistencies, though I speak to Jesus in my head and “at” him to the Divine Mercy image on my altar at home.
Still, this has more to do with personal struggles right now than my social activity regarding politics on Twitter.
It seems I am always running away from Jesus at the times I should be running faster towards him.
That has more to do with my desire to self-isolate when times are tough than a lack of faith or desire to pray. My secular self triumphs over the spiritual in these moments.
And of course, I still struggle mightily with auto-immune dysfunction that has run headlong into aging. So, to those who don’t mind doing so, please send up a health prayer for me as I am going through a particularly difficult time right now.
Still, on balance, my blessings are greater than my trials.
And my virtual “pen” is still mine to wield.
Yesterday I wrote that words echo down the ages, though I doubted my own would. I say that because I am not a famous person, nor particularly profound.
But I have written poetry that has touched some hearts. I am satisfied. I have tweeted thoughts that have been “liked” or retweeted by a few famous people. I am satisfied. (Not because they are famous people, but for the size of their social platform and the number of others they reach.)
I also have more than a thousand Twitter followers with wide platforms of their own. I feel “heard.” I am satisfied.
I have a loving family, loving friends, a solid roof over my head, a fairly new car in the drive, food in the fridge, an elderly cat who is living comfortably with palliative care.
I am satisfied.
“My soul is satisfied,
My soul is satisfied;
I am complete in Jesus’ love,
And my soul is satisfied.” *
*Daniel S. Warner, 1893