Finding Treasure in the Snow
It was a mess around the church because the snow melting had revealed all the trash that had been buried by successive storms and flurries. It was both horribly ugly and delightfully surprising at the same time, and my playful imagination went to work. I knew there was a metaphor buried in this fact and I was determined to dig it out!
One of the things I realized is that my week is like that pile of snow with things buried in it. I go through the week accumulating moments of joy, pain, excitement, wonder, discovery, the list goes on. But during the week the daily occupations and obligations of my week are like the snow covering it all up. The important thing is, it is all still buried there.
It dawned on me that prayer and meditation is the time to let the snow of our busy-ness melt and to sort through the objects buried in it. Unlike the mess around the church, in the snow of our week there are also treasures as well as trash. The day my temper was short because I had a bad encounter with my friend, trash. The glimpse of the Palisades that overwhelmed with joy for a few seconds as I turned on Lamartine Avenue, treasure, the tear I shed as a television program reminded me of a beautiful and yet unrequited love in my teen years, both treasure and trash at the same time.
In our meditation the richness of our lives is freed from the busy-ness and we are able to say thank you to the Divine, or Sorry, or sometimes both as is needed. We can connect to the deeper significance of the events that are around us. The trash we throw away, the treasures we find ways to give to others in a way that will help them and increase our connection.
My hope is that each week, our worship, our reflections, our rituals with their strange rhythms and frequent repetitions might be one resource in remembering and celebrating our life. We do not want it to remain buried in the snow forever. ~Father John