I notice a pattern in recent gospel readings of the past few days: Jesus speaks to the crowds; he gets on a boat and crosses to the others to be alone in prayers; still the crowds follow Him seeking His healing and liberating presence; He performs His works of wonders; the people are overcome with amazement; He tells them to tell no one.
This pattern is a repetition not routine. Routine begets boredom and ennui. Repetition breeds perfection and freedom. Routine is a mindless going through the motions of a pattern. Repetition is the mindful doing of something important and significant.
I pray in faith repeatedly even when I am beset by doubts and shadows; for I know my faith is a gift that came with my life. In God’s time, I will attain and see what it is I believe in.
I keep on giving and sharing repeatedly even when I am beset by my greed and selfishness; for there are times I become afraid of not having enough for myself. In God’s time, I will see and be blessed by the fruits of my love and service.
I repeatedly speak words of love and do deeds of caring even when I feel like speaking out in anger and acting out in hate; for there are moments of weakness I simply want to give up trying. In God’s time, I will see and experience the ecstasy and the full splendor of what true is and means.