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Sunday Sundries … You Gotta Move !!!

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It is Sunday. And we are sitting at (5c/40f) at this hour. It has been a dreary weekend. Cold and rainy, but I’d rather have cold and snowy !!! But not today.

I had a dream about Tootsie Rolls last night, and that dream turned into a craving, and on  the way out, I stopped at the Dollar Store for a fix.

Thank God for 2 for a dollar.

I got my milk and did my transit. I arrived early, because I left early, and cranked out set up. A fellow turned up early so I had help. As it was the last Sunday of the month, we read from the Twelve and Twelve and Tradition Ten.

It was a sparse crowd. And we ended short.

I’m not focused on Traditions tonight. I want to tell a story instead.

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“Complaining is like sitting in a rocking chair. You are moving but you are NOT getting anywhere.”

Many years ago, when I was much younger and more sicker, the first few years and then some more were really tough. And my friends worked very hard at keeping me above water and not to focus on complaining.

Hence … Father Jeff

I’ve told this story before but tonight it bears repeating.

One Sunday evening I went to mass. Sitting in my usual seat, waiting for mass to start. I had not gone into the sacristy before service to see who was celebrating.

The music started up and the procession began. At the tail end was the priest for the evening. He wasn’t walking, he wasn’t rolling, He had crutches. And he followed the people into the church.

The altar is a lengthwise elongated half circle. With three steps up brick steps to the celebrants chair.

One, Two, Three steps up, lickety split.

That night I watched a man who was impacted with severe problems (M.S.), that just paled in comparison to my own. It is hard not having the use of your legs when you are / have to be mobile in certain settings. He just kept going.

He never spoke of his infirmity from the pulpit. And he was graceful and compassionate.

From that night on I swore to myself that after witnessing that priest do what he does best, with what he has to deal with, I would NEVER complain about myself ever again.

After mass I met him and he became my spiritual adviser. And it was a long and fruitful relationship. He taught me many things about myself, himself and about God. He was a true blessing …

Where am I going with this, you might ask …

We are all getting older. And many of us are facing sickness, infirmity, aging and we all have our crosses to bear.

And some do it better than others.

You know it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that if you gripe about a problem, it only gets worse. If you give in to pain and infirmity, it will, sooner or later, render you immobile.

Just because we feel pain, it doesn’t mean that we have to let it own us. We’ve offered other options about that issue. And it has gone in one ear and out the other.

Acceptance is the key to all my problems.

But I don’t accept that my illness is going to take me down any time soon.

I get up OFF MY ASS and I move. I walk, I exercise, and I get to meetings. If you allow your body to acquiesce to the pain and soreness, that’s what you will get, and more of it.

The only way to get your body back in shape is to push the envelope and get up and do something. You can’t let pain and illness to rule your life. There are plenty of ways to alleviate pain. And we have given options.

The body is a funny bird. And the mind is a very powerful thing.

WHAT THE MIND TELLS THE BODY, IT WILL EVENTUALLY LISTEN.

And if you keep saying “oh I’m in pain, oh, I can’t climb stairs, oh, I can’t walk like I used to …” The brain is talking and the body is listening.

This is not going to go well, in the long run.

If you give a side effect more thought than it needs or deserves, then you only exacerbate that side effect. And the same thing goes for pain and infirmity. If you begin to believe that your suffering is “your lot” because of treatment, think again.

We have air in our lungs. And we have lives to live. And we live on God’s time, so we better make the most of it to the best of our ability.

Push through the pain and stop complaining. You get up and you FIGHT for every day to the fullest, because you never know when God is gonna punch your card and it will all be over with.

Do you want to go down saying, Ah, I didn’t do enough when I could have or that your pain got the best of you??? No you get up and you FIGHT !!!

When you are in enough pain, you will either do one of two things …

1. Become a homebody and never leave the house (or)

2. You will speak up and stop complaining and get a doctor to help you with your pain. And if he won’t then find someone who will.

If Jeff can minister from the pulpit on crutches suffering from M.S. without word of complaint, then we can get out of our pity party and get on with living.

Another week begins.

43 days and counting …

THERE ARE ONLY 59 SHOPPING DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS !!!

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