moved.

I am supposed to be reading Mark right now as part of my Lenten... exercise, shall I say... but I would like to take a moment and try to articulate something I felt today.

First I would have to inform you that lately I've been quite... fiery.  Hot headed, yet impassioned.  I've been praying for and working on this.  Today something strange came over me.  It is difficult to articulate exactly how it felt.  In imperfect words, I was contemplative as usual, but the noise was not there.  My heart felt heavy, yet strong.  I could feel something well up from deep within me and I felt a sort of sorrow and humility.  It was as if for a moment I truly understood my humanity.  On the ride home from school, where I would normally get frustrated by reckless drivers, my heart was silent... or rather, it was like something was dampening the anger, absorbing the shock.  Instead of the usual anger, I felt a profound sort of sorrow.  Not just like "how sad, that person doesn't realize what they are doing."  It was much more simple than that.  Perhaps because, at the same time I remembered my Christian calling to hope, and so I felt connected to the other drivers.  The hope is that one day, we could put such petty recklessness aside and share in the fellowship we all ought to belong to in the human family.

On this last note, I will begin my reading.  Almighty Father, you hear my cries and know my heart.  I thank you for such an opportunity.  As you listen to me, I too must listen to you.  Open, then, my ears, and mind... the very core of my being so that I may fully participate in your grace, to carry out your will.