I am deeply touched with the book, The Stories from a Weekend, a compilation of essays on life’s journey that I am reading. It makes me glue to its pages because of the passion and struggles, triumphs and successes behind the words inscribed in it. While I am reading it, I am being drawn by the emotion of the authors in each scene. Stories are all about life, self and God. I would like to pick a heart-challenging remark from the book which sometimes makes me reflect of how to discover God amidst the riddle of life.
After experiencing the valleys and mountains of her life, the author of the essay, Discovering the Center, said; “I saw Him (God) in abundance. He was there, too, in poverty. I saw Him in my little successes but in my failures, too, because these made me cling to Him tighter. I saw him in the bliss of falling in love, but more so in my lousy, dysfunctional relationship.”
Life is a continuous discovery of meaning and lesson through our daily experiences of what life can offer. Each of us has its own perception of life, has its own dream and purpose. Hence, we have different means of attaining them. On that process of journey of our own crossroads, we cannot but accept the reality that life is a marriage of bitter-sweet realities. It is always a discovery and learning. Yet we could not discover life if we will dichotomize life from the Author of Life. Therefore the discovery of life is always accompanied by the discovery of God. In Him alone our life becomes meaningful.
My life here in the seminary is a journey of discovering God in its full measure. Discovery of God which would lead me to be mature enough, so as to say that I am leaving a mark on the road, where only few are chosen. There is always the challenge left in me. How will I discover God in my daily activities and schedules as it follows a routine and structure? How will I discover God along the struggles and hopeless moments that I am experiencing? It is a reality that I need to accept that sometimes I become a robot or a machine; working, studying, praying mechanically because I find no meaning with what I am doing. Moreover though, I forget God to be the center of my daily life’s journey. Indeed, I can only discover God in my life here in the seminary if I let God to be the center of my journey, if I cling to him tighter so much so that I am assured of His presence in His loving embrace.
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