I am standing in the kitchen of our San Francisco rectory this evening eating some light supper by myself. I am upset. Why? There is no cook tonight. She took the day off. I expected someone to cook supper for me. Next week I will be standing in the kitchen of a monastery in the evening eating some supper by myself. I will not be upset. Why? There is never a cook for the evening meal in the monastery. You are on your own. Same scene in two different places, but I am upset in only one of the scenes. Why? Because in the rectory I expect a cook and in the monastery I do not expect a cook.
I am upset because of my expectations. I am perfectly capable of fending for myself in a kitchen. The cook is not the problem. I am. Maybe I should change?
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Bless you Father Terry,
ReplyDeleteIt reminds of the time I came home from a Saturday round of golf with some buddies, expecting to have a late dinner with my wife and kids.
On the table was left a note:
"Honey, you're late.
We went out for pizza.
Your dinner is in the dog!" Pheww