Slow Down, You Move too Fast

Slow Down, You Move too Fast

Yesterday, I read this paragraph by Catherine Doherty and it brought me up short.

Stand still, and allow the strange, deadly restlessness of our tragic age to fall away like the worn-out, dusty cloak that it is–a cloak that was once considered beautiful. The restlessness was considered the magic carpet of tomorrow, but now in reality we see it for what it is: a running away from oneself, a turning from that journey inward that all men must undertake to meet God dwelling within the depths of their souls. Stand still, and look deep into the motivations of life. Are they such that true foundations of sanctity can be built on them? For truly we have been born to be saints – lovers of Love who died for us! “There is but one tragedy: not to be a saint.”

Then these words (below) came to me as if channeled from heaven above.

I live on a small island.
There is a reason people move to small islands.
You don’t move to a small island by accident.
You must make plans ~ buy a ferry ticket ~ pack some things.

It is quiet here.
Small is beautiful here.
We know each other.
Seems human.

I receive colorful mailings about off-island events.
Many are designed to help the next generation change the world.
The same speakers are on most of them.
When are they home?
When are they still and quiet?
How are their children?

I live on a small island.
There is a reason people move to small islands.
You don’t move to a small island by accident.
You must make plans ~ buy a ferry ticket ~ pack some things
And leave a lot behind.

HHHMMMM. I am now reading this one day later and it occurs to me: one of the things I am leaving behind is the mad clamor of conferences designed by overly busy people who develop and then travel to communicate strategies to do the things they can’t do because they are so busy designing strategies and traveling instead of investing time and energy in loving the people in their own lives. There is a reason Jesus concentrated on one small, seemingly insignificant patch of geography.

Yours for the pursuit of God in the company of friends, Dick Staub.

PS. And remember, “these are the best of times and the worst of times, but they are the only times we have.” (For Now).

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