All time is the present moment to God

Luke 12, 35… 

Jesus said to his disciples: 

‘See that you are dressed for action and have your lamps lit. 

Be like men waiting for their master to return from the wedding feast, 

ready to open the door as soon as he comes and knocks. 

‘Being watchful and staying awake means being aware. Being conscious of something, being aware, is the root of being alive…  Spiritual awareness means living in what the 18th-century Jesuit Pierre de Caussade called ‘the sacrament of the present moment.’ It encourages us to do that most difficult of things: live in the present moment – that is, live in a state of awareness. The present moment is all there ever is. Still, most of us ignore it, imagining the future or the past, stuck in our thinking minds.’ 

- Fr DC

Our thinking minds. Our memories of past things. Our yearning for future things. Obliterating the present moment, which is all we have.

Christ comes to us in our present moment, when He comes. Am I ready, or am I given over, in my mind, to my past or my future, where I think (too much) that my treasure was, or will be?

Am I too attached to my treasured memories when I should just hang them on the walls of my inner dwelling and let them be, so that I can turn to Him in my present moment? Am I dreaming (too much) of a day in the distant future when all shall be well, which it clearly isn’t, now, Lord? Are my dreams blotting out this present, so graced moment in Your presence?

NOW, in this present moment, He is knocking on the door of my heart. Am I ready? Can I wake from this reverie of my treasures and fly to admit Him?

‘Happy those servants whom the master finds awake when he comes.

I tell you solemnly, he will put on an apron, 

sit them down at table and wait on them.’

And what on earth will I say when He puts on an apron to serve me?

LOVE BADE ME WELCOME 

yet my soul drew back,  

Guilty of dust and sin. 

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack  

From my first entrance in, 

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

If I lack'd anything.  

 'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here.'  

 Love said, 'You shall be he.'

'I, the unkind, ungrateful? 

Ah, my dear,  I cannot look on Thee.'  

Love took my hand and smiling did reply,  

 'Who made the eyes but I?' 

'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame  

 Go where it doth deserve.' 

'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'

'My dear, then I will serve.' 

'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'  

 So I did sit and eat.

- George Herbert