PRACTICING WHAT WE PREACH

There lived once a husband and wife both of whom were doctors. He was a doctor of theology and she was a doctor of medicine. They had just moved to a new house and  hired a young and witty new housekeeper who doubled as a cook.

One morning the doorbell rang and the housekeeper promptly answered the door. The visitor asked for “the doctor”.

And without missing a beat the housekeeper said, “Do you want the one who preaches or the one who practices?”

Source | Unknown

CONSIDER THIS

Your actions speak so loud, I cannot hear what you’re saying.

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NO, MAYBE AND YES

There were three tulip bulbs named No, Yes and Maybe. They lived at the bottom of a bulb tin, content to be round and fat and dressed in silky brown garments. When autumn came, they fell to discussing the destiny of tulip bulbs. NO said, “I don’t think there is any life for tulip bulbs. We were made to live in bulb tins and I’m quite content to be right here.” And with that NO rolled over and went to sleep.

MAYBE disagreed. “I’m not satisfied with things as they are. I feel something inside me that I must achieve and I believe I can.” So he squeezed and squeezed himself, turning this way and that. But nothing happened, and finally in frustration MAYBE gave up.

Then YES spoke up. “I’ve been told,” she said very softly, “that by ourselves we can do nothing but that we can achieve our destiny, if we put ourselves in the hands of Life.” The others just sniffed and looked away.

Now one day a hand reached down into the bulb tin, groping for a bulb. NO and MAYBE scurried out of reach, and hid in a corner. But YES rolled right into the hands of Life, which took her and buried her in the cold, damp earth of winter!

“What a fool to fall for that trick,” laughed NO and MAYBE, who were warm, dry. and safe in their little bulb tin. And with that they went back to sleep. When spring came, NO and MAYBE were nowhere to be seen. NO had shrivelled up and died in his sleep; while MAYBE had worried and fidgeted himself to death. Nothing remained of them but a few dry husks and a handful of dust. And what about YES who had let herself be buried all winter in the ground and had seemed to everyone to be dead?

Well she was a sight to behold. For you see, she had burst out of the ground and blossomed into a whole new life.

Source | Dennis R. Clark, SUNDAY MORNING: Reflections on the Word
(Sheed and Ward, 1996) Cycle A, 28 ordinary time

CONSIDER THIS

  • What is your name? Yes, No or Maybe?
  • Do you find it hard to say YES and to remember that with each new dawn Life is inviting you to blossom into a new life?
  • Name the fear-habits that are holding you back from saying YES to Life.