Late last week I found myself engaging in a bit of a rant on the phone with my friend, Rita. The subject was my readers.
“For heaven’s sake, do they not realize I do this for free! For fun, yes, but also for free! Do they not realize I have a life? I have errands, I have to try to make some kind of rudimentary living, I have a family and friends, I have no companion, no helpmeet, no time to myself…I cherish my readers but I am not in their employ for heaven’s sake!”
“Actually,” Rita interjected as I stopped to catch my breath, "you are in their employ.Your life is not your life; it’s God’s. You never get to not be 'on duty'”…
I had to put down my coffee cup I burst into such peals of laughter. For I knew she was right.
To be a servant does not mean to be an amoeba, or an automaton, or a puppet.
But as Erasmo Leiva-Merikakis observes: “Agapē is the love that, in Mother Teresa’s words, enable a person to let herself be 'eaten up by others' as a living Eucharistic sacrifice—Christ’s in me and mine in his.”