Lo, It Shall Come To Pass

It’s no secret I am somewhat of a spiritual man. And so while I navigate this transition, I have been prone to seeking the divine and as all good Catholics do, I turn to the proverbial good book for a fair amount of solace and nuggets of reflection, if not for some plain ‘ol answers.

As of late, many of the readings I come across, be them the daily ones or the ones picked for Mass, contain themes of vocation, calling, and life purpose, at least that’s how it seems to me.

For example, take a Sunday reading from August 7th:

At the mountain of God, Horeb,
Elijah came to a cave where he took shelter.
Then the LORD said to him,
"Go outside and stand on the mountain before the LORD;
the LORD will be passing by."
A strong and heavy wind was rending the mountains
and crushing rocks before the LORD--
but the LORD was not in the wind.
After the wind there was an earthquake--
but the LORD was not in the earthquake.
After the earthquake there was fire--
but the LORD was not in the fire.
After the fire there was a tiny whispering sound.
When he heard this,
Elijah hid his face in his cloak
and went and stood at the entrance of the cave.

I’m not so presumptuous as to think God picked that weekend and that reading explicitly for Me, but hey, anything’s possible, right? However, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find some hope in it. The biggest reflection I took from it was to be attentive to the tiny, easily dismissible and often overlooked whisper that ultimately leads to a right choice. Incidentally, in retrospect that tiny whisper turns out to be something that has been right in front of me all along.

You see, I’m a Big Sign person. I look the parting of the heavens, the choir of angels and the stranger who walks by and gives an exact answer to the silent yet all consuming question lodged in my head. I seek the bright neon sign addressed to me saying “Do this” or “Do that;” kind of like the Fenway scene in Field of Dreams where Ray and Terence see Moonlight Graham’s stats on the board when no one else does and they know they must travel to Minnesota to find him.
But it’s not that easy, is it? In fact, even if that did happen, I would easily dismiss it as a result of stress, anxiety or the weather. So I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t, apparently.

Anybody out there an angel or some form of supernatural being sent to tell me something? If you are, now would be a good time to tell me.