Drip, Drip, Drip

I sat and listened to the steady lull of the rain as it fell on the roof…it had a most calming effect and soothed my innermost being. It was the perfect background for meditating and praying. I was at my weekly early Friday morning appointment with the Blessed Sacrament. I was in the perfect place, at the perfect time of the day, in the presence of The All Perfect. But then came the drip, drip, drip from a leak in the roof. As each drop impacted the plastic bucket with a deafening clamor…I was startled at how annoying the sound of a tiny drop of water was...the same drops that were so relaxing as they hit the roof. I couldn’t help but think of “water torture” and wonder how long I would last. I couldn’t imagine making it more that a few minutes without going into a Donald Duck spastic fit…sound effects and all. I thought of water boarding, then of terrorist, then of suicide bombers. I wondered if they were crazy or if they just had that much passion for their faith, however misguided it might be. If in fact they did have that kind of passion…it seemed mine might be a bit lacking. Where is my passion? Where is my commitment? Where is my courage? Maybe I’m still in training? Maybe it’s not my turn yet?

Dear Lord Jesus, train me to be more than the drip I am.
Please Lord, flood me with faith, drown me with passion, and cover me with courage.
Make me into who You want me to be.
Amen