“It is God who calls; human beings answer. The vocation of John and his brother James is stated very simply in the Gospels, along with that of Peter and his brother Andrew: Jesus called them; they followed. The absoluteness of their response is indicated by the account. James and John “were in a boat, with their father Zebedee, mending their nets. He called them, and immediately they left their boat and their father and followed him” (Matthew 4:21b-22). (source AmericanCatholic.org)
After reading about Saint John today and the, “The absoluteness of their response.” I began to think. How quickly are we to respond to God in our everyday lives? Even in the little, ‘hiccups’ of our day that we all humanly take with a grain of salt. Could that have been God trying to say something to us? That hold up at the grocery market that caused the line to back up because a price check was needed or a coupon would not go through. I am sure we can all relate to the,’hiccups’ in life. While some may find aggravation in these small life events, or, maybe even just chalk it up to a frustrated day, there is life behind those little interruptions.
It is all in the way that you perceive it. Gosh, I remember my middle twenties, feeling so frustrated at things that were not relevant, things that were not in my control, or the control of the person that was in front of me at the supermarket who was just trying to save a dollar with the one coupon, or needed to check up on the sale price because it rang up wrong. I never once considered what that person’s life was like. I never stopped and thought that one dollar savings may be going to something else that the person desperately needed.
One day, years later, and with a softer heart, I came across the same situation. There I stood, in the grocery line with a gallon of milk. I was just leaving a long day of work. I was anxious to get home, I was tired and it was a hot and humid day (I would live in the cold year round if I could,) and, déjà vu …. there I was, feeling that same way. The difference from ten years earlier, was that I saw people with ‘different eyes.’ I saw them with the eyes of my heart; (imagine what the world would be like if we really could see with our heart?) The woman who was probably in her late fifties looked just as tired as I did, but she had a soul tired look (knowing God, inviting Him into my heart, changed the way I see life in it’s entirety.) I stopped and said a silent Hail Mary for her. She looked at me and said, “I am sorry that there is a wait. I need to save where I can and the cereal is supposed to be on sale and I have a coupon for it.” I looked at her, smiled, and said, “Please don’t apologize. I think it is so great that you take the time to cut coupons and save money.” The woman with the weary eyes smiled at me and said, “thank you.” On the way home that day I thanked God as I was sitting in traffic for changing my heart. For changing my life. I silently heard Him say to my heart, “You did the changing. It was always up to you. I just put little ‘hiccups’ in the way.”