I noticed this morning, how everyone didn’t notice me, although we were all driving along, seemingly hooked up to the machine. The machine seems to be, what ever is apparent to you and me. A job, a career, a ladder to climb, not the one from St. John the Divine, but a different kind of one, that while you climb, you are actually going down, down, down somewhere that’s actually nowhere to be found.
I suppose some drive and live for money, some for power, some for fame, and some for an ivory tower. It seemed sad to me, to know, that only God knows, each soul on his way to these. How often does He call out their name, and none of them seem to notice, hear, or care? I shudder at the thought of this, to think that one does not see, the big machine running everything.
But I don’t see it as a machine, but as an opportunity, to break free from its mindless routine, of rat racing in perpetuity. The machine is like Mount Tabor, to overcome through the Lord, and not end up asking like Solomon: “For whom do I labor?”
“For wisdom”, I answer, “to run with Aristotle, up to the top where I can have a mind, purified, and ready for His kingdom.” So, along I drive with the others around me. I hope that they will wake up and see, the machine is not routine at all, but another, better, eternal, wonderful, opportunity.
EAR