I am tired of yielding to the entropy.
I am tired of sitting in this chair wishing I would get out of this chair and move.
Today I will move.
Today I will walk. Soon I will run.
Today, between now and sunset, I will build and dig and plant and work and play.
This earthly vessel will be put to use in the service of God and my fellow humans and the other creatures who inhabit this space.
We are all designed to protect and serve, and we must not delegate those obligations.
I am not a man of few words. I have made a lifetime of crafting words. Today I begin to put words into action, beating swords into plowshares.
What shall I do first? It hardly matters. There is much to do, so I shall do one of those things that need to be done, and what follows will be in no particular order.
Yes, it would be useful and efficient to make a plan, a to-do list of priorities and protocols, but I don’t need an action plan as much as I need action.
Summer has begun. Let it first be a summer of love — no more irony and mocking, no more anger or hate — no more amorphous promises that won’t be kept. Let it be a summer of action. A summer of growth. A summer to secure the future. A summer of meaning.
And what is that meaning? Need you ask?
A summer to love God. A summer to love my neighbors, and yes, everyone I meet is my neighbor.
