Standing on the shoulders of giants
My life has been drastically changed less than two years ago when I began to serve as one of the members of the advisory and consultative body helping the team ministry in our parish. My simple life was filled with Thursday night meetings lasting more than 3 hours, almost whole day in church on all Sundays, attending functions appropriate to my rank, my required presence in the programs of the Church, my ever vigilant and watchful mind in the affairs of the parish, and so on. I just did not only enjoy my being so but there is so much joy in my life having the chance of serving that way. It is a God given grace for me, and I ought to be grateful.
The genesis of my ministry is in my humble chapel where I became their head and eventually been chosen to be second in that august body of people willing and ready to serve the whole parish. It was providential for I longed to expand my service in the vineyard of the Lord.
My status brought me up close to the team of pastors that they became my friends without getting so familiar with their personal privies for my contempt. I ate with them, prayed with them, joked with them, and I was even there when one of them cried. It was the closest I intent to get in a safe relationship with our priests. And I considered myself lucky to have priest friends, they are my giants and I looked up unto them.
I had the privilege of seeing the whole parish in higher perspective, the view is different and panoramic. At first I thought it was just a walk on the park of my ministry but the longer I stayed atop, the enthusiasm lessened because of the many things I saw that needed to be done. And when one is at the top, one missed trivial things that one ought to see. I failed to observe details in life because I long to see it as a whole, I made a very perfect plan to the point of not trusting other willing to commit themselves or rejecting views from below as insignificant to the view I saw here above. I missed things, circumstances or even people in front of me because I set my focus too up high. Sometimes I have seen things like looking at an inverted telescope, that situation around me is so remote to affect me. Lately it became airy up there but it went directly to my head not to my lungs, I needed more air, eerie indeed. I needed to come down hastily to the ground. I must.
Recently things popped up and decided I cannot go on anymore, I called it the end of my road. I learned soon enough that in the service of the Lord there is no end of the road. There are countless of possibilities to service. After doing the chores, the servants are not to expect special treatment from a master, they will just humbly say they are just servants who did what they are told to do. I fulfil my duty when I was up there. And just like a servant I will return to my quarter at the end of the day.
I think it is about time to go back to my chapel where it all started. I somehow now know the way to where I will start to continue my journey.
I should know because I once stood on the shoulders of giants. (RDD)
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