Doing Doxology

I have read about monks and other people who spend their lives in simple holiness. They talk about doing praise and every act of life as an act of celebratory worship of God, nature, and all that is. I have read how a monk sees slicing bread or pulling weeds in the garden as an act of worship and a chance for celebration.

For me cooking and weed pulling does not usually foster thoughts of happiness, praise, or worship. I consider it a good day if I am not complaining aloud for all to hear.

Ann Voskamp raises this question in her beautifully written blog post, "Does it always come down to just two ways to do life? Do doxology – or do destruction."

In every moment I have two choices: to embrace the moment for all that it is. . . or resist it with negative destructive words and actions (or thoughts). I get to choose my response. I want to breathe life into others and into myself.

Knowing and Doing

Sometimes, I am pretty sure we know what God has asked us to do, but we keep asking him just to be sure he meant what he said . Or, we wax philosophical - " well God could not mean that because... " Or, we fain armchair psychology, " God is not a voice in my head. I just made this up because my grandmother. . ."
But really, we know. We often know that we know, but we don't do.
We should follow those knowings. Instincts - voices from the deep that call us to do good and right.

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