Student assembly address:
I usually go to the 11 a.m. Mass at Our Lady of the Lake on Sunday—there were significantly fewer people there this week. If you live in Sumner County, you know why—Beech High School played Station Camp on ESPN2 beginning exactly at 11 a.m.
I usually go to the 11 a.m. Mass at Our Lady of the Lake on Sunday—there were significantly fewer people there this week. If you live in Sumner County, you know why—Beech High School played Station Camp on ESPN2 beginning exactly at 11 a.m.
The natural order of things is that high school games are
played on Friday, college football is played on Saturday, and pro-football is
played on Sunday afternoon. There are a few exceptions to that—for the last 44 years,
there’s been one NFL game on Monday night and some times there’s a high school,
college or NFL game on Thursday night.
We’re playing Fr. Ryan on Thursday in October. ESPN has started airing
some college games on Tuesday night, featuring two teams that the only people watching
are the parents of the players. Never, ever, however, has there been high
school football on Sunday morning. I understand a few area churches
re-structured their entire Sunday schedules so that people could be at the
game.
As I was coming home from Church, it occurred to me that
we’re living in tough times. Times are “tough” not because we lack things, or
lack things to do. Really, they’re tough for the exact opposite reason: we have
too much, and there’s too much to do. Why is it, for example, that people feel
compelled to text-message while they’re driving, even though they know it’s
dangerous to do so? I think it’s because we live in such a culture of
immediacy, and action, and noise, that we almost have an allergic reaction to
silence, and if we sit down and drive somewhere without multi-tasking, we feel
like we’re wasting time.
This crazy pace, this busy-ness, this unrelenting dash,
creates imbalance in our lives. We can only juggle so many balls. We can only
play on so many teams—some of you are playing one two teams right now, one for
JPII, one for your club team. By Sunday night, having played in a tournament
all weekend, you’re exhausted from a week of school and 4-5 games from the
tournament, hardly in a position to do homework well or come to school alert
and refreshed on Monday. Some of you are studying too much, giving yourself
only a few hours of sleep each night—that’s an unsustainable pace. Some of you
are near addicts with text-messaging and social media, spending hours and hours
each day, constantly interrupted.
I’m the same way: I keep two email accounts active on this I-phone—a
personal email account, and a school account, and when I see the red circle
with the number on it, indicating I have that many emails, I feel compelled to
open it. I also have three phone numbers feeding into this one phone. So even when I am away from JPII, it feels
like work is chasing me, as if I am always “on.”
Aside from saying “no” more often when people ask us to do
things, I know of two remedies for being hyper-busy—just two. The first is
exercise. If you’re an athlete in season, you get plenty of it. But if you’re
not, and you have to wait 45 minutes for a bus, for example, why not run or
walk a few laps around our track down there? Or why not do so before you drive
home in your car? Take about 15-30 minutes each day, and you’ll feel the stress
melting away.
The second is prayer. We have a wonderful chapel. If you
have a tough situation you’re dealing with, or something is causing you worry,
or if you just need to get out of the rat race for a few minutes, why not drop
by the chapel and ask God to help you? Or if you can’t bring yourself to do
that, turn off the radio and cell phone on your way home or way to work and
bring those problems to God.
The big challenge for all of us in this ultra-busy,
ultra-competitive, completely connected world is to find a groove for ourselves
that allows us to keep our commitment to work, family, friends, school, faith
in some sort of proper proportion. It used to be we could depend on social
institutions to help us do that. We knew that when Friday came, we’d have the
weekend to get away, without a phone call or email to suck us back in. When
Sunday morning came, we could wake up a bit later and go to Church in the late
morning without having to haggle with athletic schedules.
We can’t rely on the usual social structures anymore to help
us find the right groove. We must make our own time to pray and to exercise and
create that groove for ourselves.
God loves us. He wants us to be happy. But we’re not jellyfish
that life happens to, floating wherever the waves take us. He wants us to be
pro-active, to take charge of our lives, and to be very protective of our time
and our commitments. Ask him for some help in doing so, get regular exercise,
and I think this will be a great year for you.
1 comment:
"But we’re not jellyfish that life happens to..."
Ha! I tell my Sundayschoolers we can't be beached whales, lying there waiting for God to roll us back into the water.
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