Sometimes it is hard to get out of our boxes. In many ways we settle into routines and ways of doing things. Too often we allow stereotypes to determine how we see situations and people we encounter. Our past experiences can also cloud our expectations for the here and now and for the future. As creatures of habit with good memories I think we often miss out on God’s presence and work in our world.
When Jesus visited his hometown to preach and offer signs of His glory, He encountered this. As the people realized who He was – just a carpenter’s son who they saw grow up an ordinary boy and young man – their amazement turned to doubt. The teachings and miraculous signs did not continue in this environment. The people allowed their experience and expectations to get in the way of experiencing God.
I wonder how much I miss out on because I am so tightly packed into my little box. How many opportunities do I miss to share God with others and to experience God through others each day? How often do I allow my judgments and low expectations to become roadblocks to being present in meaningful ways? Yet rarely is anything in my day ever more important than moments experiencing God’s presence. But I do not always reflect this with my thoughts, actions, and words.
May I learn to better live a simple faith and to walk on a slower path. May I learn to live fully in each moment and person God places before me. May my faith, heart, and eyes be like that of a child – eager to find love and joy in all the places, spaces, and faces I encounter today.
Scripture reference: Mark 6: 1-13