The quiet moments at the Carmelite Monastery are stunning. A time to just listen! The eager footsteps of those trying to find a pew and a kneeler before the Lord. At times it is so quiet I can hear the tic-toc of the clock on the wall behind me. The outside noises, the planes, and the cars are only minor distractions today. The quiet – a reverent, awe-filled silence – a stillness where your heart slows down and gently pushes the world and all its rushing ways aside, at least for a few moments.
When I start working these crazy hours, I wonder why I do it. Life suddenly becomes a survival course. Tunnel vision dominates my view of the world. All the truly important priorities go out of focus and fly out the window. I become a ship in the night drifting in and out of the ol’ home port. A name tag would seem appropriate to remind you and the kids who I am.