Several things have been weighing on my mind lately. One is this maxim shared by Bill Gothard:
Time is a valuable asset which attracts many robbers.
A related thought was this from Horace Mann:
Lost yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
Scripture says something similar when it tells us to "redeem the time, for the days are evil." (Eph 5:16) I have been stewing over the implications of all this and how time online – both reading AND writing – figured in. I have spoken with
women much wiser than myself about this.
Colleen's post asked many of the same questions I had. I have seen earnest rebuttals to these concerns, but to be truthful, they don't reassure me much about those lost diamond minutes. Not right now.
Then I read this description of St Rita of Cascia:
…instead of visiting or gossiping with the women of the neighborhood, she remained at home, never leaving it except to pay a visit to her aging parents or go to Mass or Vespers… She paid much attention to the comfort (of her husband) and took zealous care that his clothes were always scrupulously neat. The management of her household was wise and prudent, and she taught with example what she advocated with words…. For Rita knew well that all the beauty of the King's daughter is within. She was kind and affable (to all in her care) and studied to make them happy and contented….She saw that they attended their religious duties, taught them good and polite manners, and molded them into models of obedience, neatness and propriety.
She was ever diligent, never idle, in her vocation. Can I honestly say I am as diligent? Can I honestly say time spent in conversations here are as effective as other things I could be doing right now? Is it ok to divide my attention so?
I thought of various reasons I have come online and when really pressed there doesn't seem to be much that sitting here could help. Trouble with schoolwork? Think of what 30 min a day reading just a step ahead of my kids in their books could do. Fussy preschoolers? They don't need more ideas, they need me at the table with a box of crayons. Stress? 30 min more each day in quiet prayer would go a long, long way. And so the list went.
For me, right now, it has become all too clear that more words and more screens are not the best direction I could be taking. There is indeed a time for everything under the heavens, a time for speaking and time to keep silent. In fact there can't be much worth saying if it isn't borne out of regular periods of holy silence and contemplation. This is such a time.
So for now I am quieting myself in all the ways I can. Fasting from excessive chatter, fasting my eyes, redeeming the time. I am sure the bustling cyber world will continue to revolve with or without me, but I did want to let those of you, who have become so dear to me here, know where I was in the meantime – starting lent early.
God bless you.
Prayer
Teach me to fix my eyes on the things of
heaven even as I walk each day with my feet
planted firmly on the earth. Help me, through
the practice of virtue and the pursuit of devo-
tion, to avoid anything that would otherwise
cause me to stumble in my attempt to follow
Christ and to be an instrument of the Holy
Spirit.
– from novena to St Francis de Sales