It's an interesting question I came across with the new book I'm reading: The Reflective Life by Ken Gire. I had the privilege of meeting Ken a few years ago at a church retreat. He was a shy, quiet speaker, with a very unassuming presence. He has since become one of my favorite authors and writes about things that anyone can relate to, Christian or not. This latest book discusses how we miss so much every day by not reflecting on the day itself. How many opportunities we lose with our spouses/children/friends because we are too caught up in the busy-ness of the day. He mentions this world is full of Marthas distracted by our task lists and accomplishments. He also discusses how we can be more like Mary and create "pauses" in our lives that are powerfully enriching. The chapter I just finished reading had a portion in it that hit me like a brick wall. It specifically discusses love in our lives. I'd like to share. And I'd love any comments to be shared as well...
The Reflective Life
Portions of Chapter 5
The Cultivation of the Reflective Life
By Ken Gire
Being a writer who only writes, who doesn’t teach in a college or pastor a church, carries with it both a blessing and a curse. A curse, because it is often a lonely life filled with long hours of solitude. A blessing, for precisely the same reasons. My profession affords me large blocks of time with which to think, and for that I am thankful. As I’ve grown older, I’ve found a certain amount of anxiety creeps in to the thinking. You read cereal boxes, for example, not to find out what prize is inside but how much fiber. You start doing math with your food, trying to keep some kind of running total to know when you’ve hit your credit limit on fat calories. You start wondering [read “obsessing”] about little aches and pains you haven’t noticed before, and thumbing through the family medical guide to see if your symptoms match some horrible, unpronounceable disease for which there is no cure known to man.
What I’ve been thinking about late, and with a healthier sense of anxiety is this. What constitutes a life that pleases God? The closer I get to the end of my life, it seems the only question that matters. Is the life I am living pleasing to God?
The question will keep you up nights. And it should. As we pull the covers to our chin and settle into our pillow, that’s the question that should bring our day into the presence of God for His scrutiny. Did the life I lived today please you, God?
How many things do we have to check off on our to-do list before we can say yes to a question like that? How man questions do we have to count before we can be done with them all and drop off to sleep?
Only one.
Have I loved well?
When asked the secret of living the Christian life, Augustine replied: “Love God, and do as you please.” The thought of that is both liberating and confining. Liberating because it means we are free to do whatever we want. Confining because it means our love for God sets the boundaries of that freedom. It guides every thought, every action, every conversation. And it does so every minute of the day, every day of our life. Instead of a Byzantine complexity of laws to regulate the details of our life, we have only one. The love of God. When that is the heart of who we are, it changes what we do. And it changes something else. How we will be judged.
St. John of the Cross once said that “at the evening of our day we shall be judged by our loving.” As we look back over our day, what we have done is not as important as how we have done it. Better to do little with much love than much with little love. For without love, whatever we do will be dismissed with a judicial wave of heaven’s hand as just so many trivial pursuits. (1 Corinthians 12: 1–3)
So it’s the end of the day, and each of us is lying in our bed, reflecting. Have I loved well? Has love been the beating heart pulsing through all my activities? Can it be heard in all my conversations? Seen in my eyes? Felt when other people are in my presence? Was the truth I spoke today spoken in love? Were the decisions I made today based on love? Were my reactions? My devotions?
Have I love well?
If we can answer yes to that question, it is enough.
It may not be enough for our employer. It may not be enough for our fellow workers. It may not be enough for all the carpools and committees and other things on our calendar.
It may not even be enough for us.
But it is enough for God.
And that should make it enough for us.