I have often enough written about Memorial day
yesterday I posted about how appropriate it is that Pentecost and Memorial day shared a weekend.
It isn’t like I’m ignoring it. I know all of you who read here will, indeed, remember. Telling you to remember is a waste of time.
Today, I plant flowers, work on household projects, read quietly. Life lived properly is a prayer, ask anyone who has lived in a monastery or been on a monastic retreat. Do your work, but meditate on the life you have, and those who sacrifice, and sacrifice a little of yourself- your vanity, your pride, your ego. Be humble and go about your day as if your days work was a prayer, and soon enough it will be.
I am constantly minded about how nobody else seems to want to do the things I do. And it used to boggle me, because what I do is not difficult. Then it dawned on me that it is not difficult because I work as if it were prayer, and to people on the outside, it seems like a miracle.
Perhaps it is. Try it a while. See if it helps you.
Well, Amen to that!
A very simple and concise way to explain it.
I am currently in Washington DC and witnessed the following. I saw this first hand and I bet you won’t hear about this from the Liberal media…
Vietnam veterans and the families of Vietnam veterans killed in action whose names are etched on the Wall were denied access to their memorial today, of all days, Memorial Day. The Vietnam Memorial was shutdown, cleared and secured for approximately 5 hours prior to Obama, his cronies and hand picked veterans for a 15 minute appearance by Obama. It’s obvious it was all for show. After all, this is an election year.
Hundreds if not thousands of Vietnam veterans and families of Vietnam veterans killed in Vietnam stood in disbelief as Secret Service, Park Police, Washington DC Police, etc., blocked all access to the Vietnam Memorial and kept everyone approximately 100 yards away from their memorial for the first time in the history of the Memorial so Obama could get some photos of him at the Wall. Veterans in uniforms stood in the heat angered as Obama makes them wait. It was a photo op at their expense and families of those killed in Vietnam.
As I stated, I was there and witnessed all of this. Many veterans and others flipped Obama the finger as his motorcade drove past. I didn’t honor him with a finger salute because I was busy holding up my 3’x5′ Don’t Tread on Me Flag as his motorcade drove past.
On another note, I was able to dedicate some port-o potties to Jane Fonda. Pictures attached. Maybe Obama should share this honor with Jane Fonda henceforth.
– Jim Morris
http://www.JimMorris.us
I don’t know if I “work as if it were prayer” but I take a personal interest in doing whatever I’m doing. And it seems that a lot of folks don’t, and I can’t understand that.
Incidentally, checked your e-mail? Get the big PDF I sent you last night?
Today, above all days, I needed to hear that. Thank you, sir.
We spent the weekend planting vegetables and fruit trees then caging them. It was hot, but if they produce, we can share with folks. Prayer through corporal work. “This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.” I repeat that like a mantra and it drives my kids crazy. But it’s true. G-d bless,
I like this one Og. I am not working in a position that is a match for my talents or my education, but I am grateful to have work at all. Perhaps adopting this attitude will make it more rewarding.
Good insight. I need to try it.
Life as a living prayer…I like that. Alot. I’m going to have to think about this one. Alot.