Too often, we want to do everything in one day. Today. It’s easy to lose sight of the relief brought about by just a little bit of movement.
For example: I was on a medical mission trip in 2003. We were working in a very impoverished area of Jamaica. One day we were assigned to work at a mission of the Missionaries of Charity (Mother Teresa’s order.) Sister Jessica, who was in charge there, had actually served with Mother Teresa in India. Sister Jessica is one of the few Christ-like people who I have ever met, but I digress.
At the end of a very long day, physically and emotionally, one of the women in our party shared with Sister Jessica that the travel, stress, dehydration and change of diet had caused her to become uncomfortably, painfully constipated. What was offered to Sister J in jest was taken seriously.
And, I kid you not, the Sisters formed a circle around the woman, held hands, prayed for and then sang a blessing for our uncomfortable team member. It was at once the most sublimely hilarious/holy moment, because the Sisters were deadly serious.
At breakfast the next morning, I asked the team member how she was.
She replied “Results.”
So, again, sometimes a little bit of movement is a divine event.