I went to church this morning to kick off my Grand New Year. In my faith, this is a Holy Day of Obligation, and I knew it would set the tone for my entire year. It did, in multiples.
I watched a beautiful woman walk into mass on a cane. She was struggling and in obvious pain. It bothered me because she was about my age and must have suffered from some degenerative disease, probably genetic. I knew that could have been me, given a different set of circumstances and parentage.
Yet, her face was glowing, and I wished I had what she had. She was pushing herself for something important, when it would have been so much easier to stay home.
I’m ashamed to say, I almost stayed home because I was having a bad hair day, and Lucky Dawg threw up black-eyed peas on my bath mat.
I glanced at this woman from time to time during the service and marveled at the peace and joy she excreted from her every pore. I wondered when she would decide she wasn’t “able.” I wondered when I would decide I wasn’t “able.”
It’s not today. Some day I may not be able to make difference in the world, but it’s not today.