Who likes change? I mean, who really enjoys being jolted from the familiar and comfortable? Even when the path is rocky and treacherous at least there is a sense that one knows how to maneuver. Until something changes. Then there is a questioning of confidence and direction. Movements become more tentative, deliberate and cautious.
I’m conscious of many transitions these days. School is starting for students and teachers. Young people are going off to college or graduate school. Sister Peggy is heading to a sabbatical program in New Hampshire on Thursday. The meeting I went to the Motherhouse for last weekend was to discuss the challenges and possibilities of forming new local communities (i.e. groups of Sisters who live together). Today my doctor gave me a “heads-up” that he will be moving to San Antonio next August. And I continue to find my way among young adult Catholics in the diocese of El Paso.
There is truth to the saying that whatever is not changing is dead. In other words, to be alive is to change. God must really be into change.
So I pray: Change my heart, O God. Change my mind. Change whatever in me needs changing. Just be careful to stay nearby in all the transitions so that I don’t lose my nerve!