The Offering of Daily Living

Once again,
I designed the game of treasure-hunt; seeking the Treasure that I thought was hidden under some rock that is way too heavy for me to shift.
But in reality,
There was no treasure-hunt.

The Treasure is laid in the open, in places I had previously hit upon... but have forgotten Its location. In fact, the Treasure is not in any particular location but rather, in everything and in every situation. Jesus lays, well-hidden, in the most mundane, the most routine, the most meaningless work we do every day. It is only when He is found, when He takes the central location of all that is done and becomes the sole purpose of every word, thought and deed, that what was mundane is now out of the ordinary, what was routine is now refreshed daily, what was meaningless is now fulfilling and nourishing. What was previously a dreadful submission to the selfish intentions of others now becomes a humble and loving offering in thanksgiving for graces and blessings received. Whatever the job, whatever the engagement, it is always an interaction between Him and I; it was never, though it may have seemed, about others and I, since they are neither the Divine Judge nor the Final Destination.

The rain does not evaporate back into the atmosphere without having watered the earth, the heat from a flame does not scatter without having warmed the air molecules surrounding it. So it is with deeds of love... It does not fade away in the hearts of its receiver without already being engraved in the Heart of the Receiver.

Let every breath, every thought, every word and deed be a progression of offerings to the One who needs no evidence to disclose the contents in a person's heart.

24 June 2011, Friday
3.04am