I wish I could write a deep and meaningful post right now about something I’m discovering anew about holy week in the quiet and still moments. But the thing is, I haven’t had a whole lot of quiet and still moments today. And I need to write this in five minutes, so excuse the typos if they happen. The spirit started moving, so I had to get my fingers going.
As I say that I’ve been busy and not quiet or still today, there’s a small surge of pride that swells up in the back of my mind, because busyness is a virtue of the modern world. I’ve just been so busy. It’s good. I’m staying busy.
But I have to tell that little voice the truth. Being busy is not inherently virtuous. Being busy does not give me any more value than someone who is not busy – or myself on less busy days. Being busy does not give me more purpose or satisfaction. It just gives me more to do in the time I have.
And more thoughts to swirl around in my brain besides thinking about holy week. I haven’t been all that holy this week.
Which isn’t the point, I know. The point of holy week is to reflect on the only person who can actually be called holy and the way he suffered and died and rose again so that unholy people could be in relationship with him.
I know this.
But without the moments of quiet today, I’ve been forgetting.
On days like this, there’s a verse that comes unbidden to my mind. It’s from the story of Mary and Martha, and it’s straight outta the mouth of Jesus. I would google the reference, but I ain’t got time for that.
Just trust me. Or google it yourself.
“Martha, you are worried about many things. But only one thing is needed.”
Mrrrgh. My to-do list awaits, and I get some sick sense of self-worth from crossing things off on it. MANY OF THOSE THINGS ARE FOR YOU, JESUS.
“Ashley, you are worried about many things. But only one thing is needed.”
In the three minutes I have left before I need to run out the door, I think of the time I need to spend sitting at Jesus feet, like Mary did. (I’m getting those names right, aren’t I? If I’m not, just flip them. It’s the right story, anyway.)
One thing is needed. Sitting at Jesus’s feet. That’s where I need to start and end.