““Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” (Matt 6:34 ESV)

The hectic nature of daily life speaks a word to the would-be saint. The doer. The joyously employed. That in life’s traffic jams, Call is heard, Duty is heard, much Relevance is discovered. And to be spoon-fed some brand of wholesome Forward Thought, Progress, Togetherness: this is to merge Poignancy with Calm, it is learned on our mothers’ or fathers’ knee, to a calm amidst helter-skelter, a Direction amidst lagging boredom and distraction, heft, might, duty, work that is just at our level, manageable, enough to gain the prize of day’s end, come that last sup and drink and feast at the Table.

Our level of Work, this is strangely Appropriate and just what we need, but relies on an inner Fulcrum or Ambition, an inner Gyroscope or Preemptive prodding. That we can be both Satiated, calm, reserved, and Proactive, Efficacious, Laboring. Nevermind that a fast immediately extends itself: never ending, never enough, too pure-minded and holy for its own good, because such holiness misplaces the emphasis. The emphasis is on Christ’s own willingness to depart the Father’s presence as seen in the wilderness, to depart His sanctimonious prayer-life, in order messily to engage a people, a discipleship cohort, a populace.

Likewise the incommunicado reality, is a sort of fast so difficult to break: one random, even distracting, missive, may save lives today. Proclaimed in the midst of so much that beleaguers and tempts, that worries and cubby-holes, our innate Reaction. To said missive. Our gladsome welcome of the endeavor to Connect, met with our own shell of protectionism. Of personal copacetic consistency and calm. Forced calm. Things beyond our ken, way out of our league, because the nurture is after all Just Right for the day’s worries. That we be spoon-fed but not patronized, lovingly Nurtured but not overwhelmed. The work in the mines, the endless unrealized hardships, these meet Gladsome Entreaty to be “together” and “one of the gang”. Of a Tomorrow expedition, operation, voyage. Setting sail, breaking camp, it was after all ours to own all along. The Christian Story. The engaged Response. The converted label, even though it be called out as too fashionable. Rather, is it after all too personally affecting, convicting, beckoning? Such we the converts do hope, and that with a buoyancy and determination to live and Die for the Cause.