Wednesday In the City

Wednesday afternoon was quite interesting. The weather was pleasant, the sky clear. It was a moment animated by a slowly building hope. At last it seemed as if winter was finally over. Each second seemed to pull the warm temperatures of spring closer. The Cathedral asked the faithful to stop by for Reconciliation.

How patiently the sign waited on the sidewalk as pedestrians walked by searching for office supplies, searching for food, searching for newspapers and magazine. Every now and then a pair of eyes would notice the sign. Some would slow down, others look up the steps.

And there were fire trucks and taxicabs speeding by. And there were people talking of health care, talking of salad, talking of confession. And there were people talking and laughing about office politics, Spring Break, pub food.

There were people protesting this and that. How wonderful it was to see the plump pink pig standing near the water fountain at the corner of the street. How amazing what a difference one plump pink pig could make as several people stopped to taking photographs and videos with their cell phones, with their cameras.

Restaurant windows were filled with individual characters, colorful and animated and yet―

This was a time of motion, of anxious activity. This was a time of looking around, thinking of times past, listening to honking horns, listening to chattering voices, listening to the soft breeze blowing gently, sporadically into some faces.

And some people take time out to sit by and observe the mid day parade.

How great it is to live in the city! How great it is to praise the Lord with all of this activity! How great it is to offer all of this to God! To offer all that eyes see, all that the ears see, all that senses feel―all these and more to God. Lucky are those who find ways to glorify the Lord while doing the ordinary things in their lives. How blessed their lives must be.

The sidewalks are filled with people, people moving, people standing, people gazing, people grazing.

There are people and signs everywhere, signs neon, signs painted, signs handwritten. At times there seems to be more signs than anyone can read and yet―

The need for hope and prayer waits at each intersection, waits within each face observed, each face not observed. The need for peace and love remains constant, remains universal.

And with all of the noise, all of the activity, all of anxiety, all of the angst there is always time to praise and glorify God. There is always time to listen for his call. There is always time to listen to his call.

Remember to praise and glorify the Lord as you walk around the city.