There is an “interfaith” chapel here in the airport concourse. It advertises Catholic, Protestant, Jewish and Islamic services. I stepped in on this Sunday morning at about 8:00 am. Except for the two sleeping airport employees in the front rows, I had the place to myself.
I said Morning Office under my breath so as not to wake them, and they were kind enough to keep their snoring to a minimum so as not to disturb me.
I was moved by multiple inputs today:
-the loneliness of a place of worship on a Sunday morning in a place as busy as this.
-my growing weariness (next to no sleep on the flight from San Fransico)
– relief from the previous 20 minutes of watching CNN report that -“nothing is happening…LIVE!” on the concourse monitors.
– conviction as I read from the CDP today: “how many of us go through life with our spiritual eyes unseeing or fast closed?”
I thought of my fellow “worshipers” snoring away in front of me. Then I thought of my own sleepy eyes and how they are blind to the stories of these two men. My regular eyes see men who are misusing a place of contemplation, worship and mystery. But my spiritual eyes see two men who work hard in a world that demands ever more from them in every facet of their lives, and have found a place of quiet and relief…
…the only place in this noisy press of huanity. A place which was set aside to seek God.
God in my sleeping, God in my waking.