OK, before I even get started - RAMBLING ALERT!
I think it was Larry D who ran a post about how people who go to church a lot are more likely to be obese. I can kind of see how that's possible. Some folks give up a lot to be involved, and that includes exercise. I don't know how scientific the study is, but the priest's words at the 6:30 a few weeks ago got me to thinking. The weekday Mass I attend sometimes has better attendance than some Sunday Masses at other parishes. The priest, in his sermon, said that he thought that people who make the effort to go to daily Mass are achievers. His words really struck me because outside of the spiritual realm, I'm as far from an achiever as you can get.
I am very torn right now about whether or not I really want to pursue my Master's. I dropped my course this semester with the excuse that it was too much to continue studies while I'm still getting the hang of a new job. The reality is, I dropped it because I didn't want to be consumed with writing papers during Lent. I don't want to take my next course because it will coincide with my involvement with the Treasures of the Church relic tour. The truth is, the only achievements in which I have an interest are spiritual. Outside of that, I couldn't care less about school, professional organizations, letters after my name, titles, etc. This got me to thinking again. Am I wasting some God-given ability? It's hard work to complete 4 credits online in 8 weeks. What if I had followed the traditional course of events and abandoned a career to stay home with my kids? Wouldn't this have been more pleasing to God? What am I called to do?
It's kind of late to look on back and wonder what could have been. The reality is that I cannot reverse the course. If I stopped to think about all the weight that I carry, I would collapse, so I don't think about it. There are women with much heavier burdens than the one I carry, so I cannot and should not complain.
Last week, the Association of Operating Room Nurses (AORN) held its annual congress in Philadelphia. Some of my nurses are heavily involved in this organization and it was a sacrilege to them that I did not attend. They brought me back some of the literature. There were lots and lots of names that had lots and lots of initials after them. I find this a bit amusing. I don't know of any other walk of life where people feel the need to have every single credential they have ever earned after their names. I think this comes from a sense of insecurity, but who knows? As a mother with children still in high school, shouldn't I rather concern myself with their achievements?
Anyway, this has been on my mind of late. Am I lazy? Does God expect more of me? We can always do more. I'd just rather do more spiritually.