It only takes a lost or misplaced wallet for me to lose all calm and equanimity. I t reminds me of a line in a poem I learn when I was young: ” it is east to fight when everything is right and you are mad with the thrill and the glory. . . . It’s a different song when everything is wrong and you are feeling infernally mortal.”
In many ways my being a disciple is still on the intellectual and rational level. When things are thrown into a turmoil, like a lost wallet, I lose all composure and I find it hard to pray and I feel like turning my back and no longer walk the path of discipleship. I am among the seeds that fell on the wayside.
Lord, I need your Presence now and fill me with your peace.
Because of this many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him. So Jesus asked the twelve, ‘Do you also wish to go away?’ Simon Peter answered him, ‘Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.’
John 6:66-69