Scrambled Eggs

Life is not meant to be lived in a hurry.  It is disrespectful of life.  It is disrespectful of the gift God is giving to us in the present moment.  This morning I ate my breakfast standing up at the kitchen counter.  Usually, breakfast is slowly and deliberately eaten at the table which has as its sole purpose providing a space for meals and conversation.  Today I disrespected my scrambled eggs.  I convinced myself that being somewhere else more quickly was more important than the moment God had given for breakfast.  Perhaps, it was not just the eggs I disrespected, but God.    

What I did not have time for in the morning was receiving and experiencing with appropriate gratitude the gift that He was giving to me.  Granted that two eggs is not much.  It is not like a bag of gold.  It is not like a bag of gold unless your pantry is empty and you have watched your children stand in front of it wondering if there was going to be anything to eat today.  This morning I disrespected two scrambled eggs.  This morning I disrespected God's gift to me.  This morning I disrespected the hunger of souls whom God has told me are brothers and sisters.   

How can I say there is nothing about which I need to repent during these holy days of Lent?  How can I move deeper into the worship being offered without coming to terms with the ugliness of the sin I see lying dormant in my heart?  The Holy Spirit has brought a latent sense of conviction to me in these evening hours.  I never expected my soul to be so exposed by two scrambled eggs.  There is nothing in all the creation that God has put in place which hurries except me, and perhaps, those like me.  "Lord, hear my confession.  Lord, forgive me.  Lord, have mercy.  Amen."