6:30 am

“Please stand as we welcome today’s presiding minister” the lector said as I walked briskly into the church. By a few seconds I was not late. I was on time. Although it was not the way I would have wanted it to be, it was better than being late.

I dislike being late. So why was I almost late for mass? Let’s go 45 minutes back.

5:45 am

I woke up, and checked the time on my phone. The first word that entered my mind was ‘late’. I am going to be late. I am going to be late. What do I do now? It was not to hurry up. It was to skip mass. Skipping mass was my first option. A second option was to go for the second mass. I did not like that option too much. I would rather just skip church.

5:47 am

I am still laying on the bed thinking it over. I better just go bath.

6:05 am

I just finished bathing. Looking at the time makes the situation look depressing. Only 25 minutes to make it to church. I sit pondering if to go or not to go.

The points to not go are really enticing. I can catch up on all that work that I have been meaning to do. After all there would be other Sundays.

I begin to reach out for my trousers and just stay at home. Then one thought makes me change my mind. What if my soul is demanded of me in-between this Sunday and the next. And I stand in front of the judge, would this excuse be good enough for Him. It would be pitiful. There have been lesser events for which I have persisted and gone to.

6:08 am

I now reach for the jeans and ironed shirt. And dress myself up.

6:10 am

I am out of the house. Now starts the race to reach church. Hopefully, I can get there in time. The stress is on the word ‘hopefully‘.

6:31 am

I am in church, and utterly glad I came.

 

Sometimes we over paralyze ourselves with overthinking. The common phrase for this is analysis paralysis. Consequently we do not move forward, but standing still and sometimes even retrogressing. If something has to be done, just do it.

I do not know your religion or denomination. Whichever it is, treat is special. For myself, Sunday is special. God is special, and I should not be late to His feast.

Have a bless filled day.