You,
If I told younger me that I was reluctant or terrified to do Your bidding, I wonder how I would take it. I guess it would depend on how honest I was being with myself.
I would either nod in solemn understanding and solidarity or (if I travelled back to the time just after I read the boy in the fish story) shake my fist in indignation and disappointment.
The thing is, even now I still yo-yo between both reactions. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I have a tendency, and I doubt I am alone in this, to pass the buck when it comes to You. There is always another one of Your children who can pray or give or help. My hands are full right now so I’ll let them deal with matters concerning You.
Someone told me once that I have a megalomanic approach towards doing good or doing right. I wanted to fix everything, solve every problem, mend the whole world. Impossible. That job is for You and You alone.
Teach us instead to learn to pick up our own corners of this earth and gradually move it towards Your Kingdom, a little at a time. Amen.