When Jesus said only one thing was necessary, I heard him but not really.
The words trickled in but only a few. It just couldn’t get past what I thought this one-fabric life should look like. And what I thought of as a life made of beautiful mismatched patchwork was something denser and colder. I had trapped myself in by what I thought a life of faith should be.
Grace at every meal. Church every Sunday. Scripture, daily.
And I would look at my own life and see little, if any, of this reflected back. So I would dwell on someday, one day, later – it will all be different and better then.
But God isn’t experienced in some distant future or by comparing the now with a vague later.
God is in the present, right here with us, demanding that we be present also.
Being present to the Presence is the necessary thing.
Still. Being present is hard for the worriers of the world. The sense of guilt and urgency engulfs us like a thick fog. We cannot see what is before us or even where we stand.
Our saving grace is the knowledge that light burns off the fog. The darkness we shroud ourselves in is nothing compared to to the Light of the World and the Light is always with us because the darkness does not overcome it.
If I’m honest, the fog isn’t completely gone. Maybe it never will be.
But the life I am making for myself, I can see now how it’s less about doing and more about being.
The one-fabric life I so long for is not just made of moments and actions woven together; rather it is made with the knowledge that my life is already interlaced with the Holy. And here, in this, there is relief.