“There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.” Luke 10:42
I want my daughters to pay attention in attending the holy mass. We teach them how to participate and appreciate the presence of God in the Eucharist. Yet, since they are kids, things go the opposite way. If they talk to their mother, I remind them to get back and face the priest. If they suddenly want to go to the bathroom, I am seemingly disgusted. If they creep towards their mom and hug her, my eyes roll on them. As a result, I am distracted with my prayers and meditation during the mass.
The same result happened in Martha’s household. Martha was distracted with many things. The meals to be prepared. The dinner table at the kitchen. Washing of the utensils. Mary at the feet of Jesus. Thus, Jesus told her, “Mary has chosen the better part…”
Like Martha, I have chosen to be anxious about my daughters to participate rather than praise and worship God. I have chosen to be worried about my girls’ feet loitering around rather than sitting at the feet of Christ during the holy mass.
You might be there….
You can’t focus since your finances are not financing you.
Your heart is troubled for news reached you about your parent’s decrementing health.
The job you have is not sitting permanently and this is giving you restlessness.
Distracted by your preparation for your ministry meeting.
Anxious about your exhortation next prayer meeting.
Worried about what will be your topic in the next small group meeting.
Many things may distract us. Many things may give us worries. Choose not to be troubled. Choose not to be anxious. Choose to sit at His feet. Choose the better part.
This is my commandment: love one another as I love you. John 15:12
I was watching ESPN Sportscenter with my daughter, Bless. She was stunned the way they dunk the ball. She made an “oooh and aaah” when she saw an alley oop. A four-point play was featured and she gave her nod. The team scorer created an acrobatic shot to which Bless said, “He’s good!” Her eyes twinkled when a fastbreak was perfected and completed. I never saw her like this. I never heard her say these things. I was in for more. Upon realizing all these plays, she concluded, “The basic thing in basketball is knowing your goal.” It dwarfed me.
It’s the same thing in life. For sometimes, I am immersed with what I have to do. I have to work at the office. I have to work at home. I have to cook for them. I have to mow the lawn. I have to remind them to brush their teeth. I have to wash the dishes. I need to attend to the laundry. I need to call the repairman. I have to take care of their schedules. I dunk it. I pull an acrobatic shot. I complete the fastbreak. A four-point play on the way. Jesus reminds me of the very basic goal – love one another as I love you.
It’s the same thing in church or community. You have those sometimes. You want to deliver to the best talk ever. You serve the brothers and sisters in a most effective way. You sing in the most diva manner in the music ministry. You lead the small group to make their life larger. You prepare the activity like a professional event coordinator. Efficient and effective. You dunk it. You create a shot for the poster. You lead the fastbreak. An extra point from behind the arc. However, do not be overwhelmed. Be reminded of the basic goal – love one another as I love you.
Don’t be dwarfed. Be a giant. Know your goal. Love one another as I love you.
Happy are those who dwell in your house! They never cease to praise you. Psalm 84:5
As Filipino immigrants in the United States, we decided to keep our native language be spoken in our home. My wonderful wife and I would like our daughters to keep on speaking Filipino national language, Tagalog, to keep one of our heritage. For our family to tell stories about our day to day lives gives us the feel of being at home, of being in the Philippines. By experience, other Filipino parents tell me it’s a hard task to accomplish. Since children spend most of their time in school, they would be inclined to speak English and might forget even simple conversational Tagalog. Our elder daughter Praise is doing well in speaking in Filipino whenever she speaks to us and to her sister. She converses with our Filipino friends sometimes in Tagalog. Bless, our younger daughter, is having hard time to keep the native maybe because she is very young when we came here. She even, most of the time, would question what do we mean when we speak in Tagalog during our conversations. Given this situation, we still are resolute in speaking Filipino with our kids to feel we seem to be at home.
The psalmist exposed the language of heaven – Praising God. When you dwell in the house of God, you will never cease in giving worship to the living God. Or when you give Him glory and might, you dwell in His kingdom. When we speak the language of angels, we live in God’s residence. This gives us the reflection that we are in heaven here on earth, when we raise our voices to acclaim Him as our God and King. When we live to praise His name, we speak heaven’s dialect. When we do our job for His glory, we shout the Father’s worship. When our day to day routine is done for His exaltation, we proclaim God’s lordship over all. When your life spells Jesus’ life, you declare the mighty King of Kings. Sometimes it would be hard to bless His name, sometimes it would be easy to give Him praise. But in both times, we can choose the way to God’s address. It’s not about to feel being in His house but it’s truly being in His presence.
Keep speaking heaven’s language. Never cease to give Him praise. We can dwell in God’s house right here, right now.