The popular thing these days for people like me is to sit in sanghas and meditate. I must say I enjoy doing this. Since my favorite thing in the world to talk about is ‘meaning’, how could I not be attracted to interesting people seeking meaningful lives? Of course, I savor these times. 

What is excluded from these sessions, however, is sharing about how we are putting out spirituality into practice. I really wish there were some way we could do this more easily. The people who hold a standard for me to reach for are those who messed around in spirituality, rather than just enjoying its serene side. It appears that, for them, the serenity might on the inside (we hope) and action in the world is on the outside. 

Mental images come to mind. Albert Schweitzer left a dream life as a respected theologian and organ master, obtained a medical degree, and then sought out a dangerous world on an African river to provide healing to those in need. Mother Teresa intentionally wore shoes that did not fit as a constant reminder of the pain experienced by others. Nothing is dirtier and messier than her work in helping neglected people die with some peace and hope. Jesus carried out a mission that led to his early and agonizing death. Martin Luther King knew he was the target for death, but continued, nevertheless. How did Nelson Mandela hold steadfast while imprisoned for so many uncertain years? 

I know that acts of courage and bravery happen every day among everyday people who do not become icons. In some way, I would dream to be among them. I’m far from achieving goals of any magnitude, but their models for service to the human race are ones that I carry with me. 

Minimally, I am reminded of what a soft and cushy life I have. I lack for nothing: I have security, meaningful work, good health, and a mind filled with fun things to think about. That others are needy or suffering, when I have so much, causes me to pause, and be grateful. Ever so grateful. 

And it causes me to think about how I can get my spiritual hands much dirtier than they now are. Dig in, Julie!