Little Kids, Little Things

by augustinian.volunteers / 9. May 2016 12:17

“Mr. O! Mr. O! I was ra ra running to tag Sarah, and Billy pushed me!” -Johnny

“Why did Billy push you, Johnny?” –Me

“I don’t knowwwww” -Billy

“Billy, did you push Johnny on purpose?” -Me

“Noooo!” -Billy

“Are you sure?” -Me

“Johnny is always laughing at me in class!” –Billy

“Yeah 'cause you laughed at me when I dropped the ball!” -Johnny

Teaching P.E. at an elementary school sounds pretty chill but it definitely comes with its challenges. It can drive your patience and overall emotional control to the brink. The littlest things become your everyday issues. In a time of my life when I feel like I am supposed to be figuring out the big picture, dealing with why a 4th grader is upset about a light push in a game of ultimate frisbee feels trivial at times—especially when you need to address it dozens of times per day. However, as cheesy as it might be, it’s the little things that I have come to realize as my big picture.

I think we all know this, but one little thing can domino effect into more and more until it is one big mess of poor experiences and bad feelings. Although being more seasoned than kids at getting out of them, adults find themselves caught up in this mess too. I’ve seen it in my own community whether the first domino is washing the dishes or cleaning the bathroom. It happens to us all.

However, I have also seen a single, good little thing overpower a line of bad ones. I’ve seen kids put everything behind them with the help of a simple, “sorry.” I’ve seen changing the radio to 97.3 KSON country radio or a small, handwritten note flip a friend’s day right side up. I’ve seen the gift of a chocolately snack create a lot of joy during a long week. I’ve seen a kind gesture and felt a casual, “thank you,” make a world of difference.

Personally, I feel like I’m usually not good at the little things. I tend to look past them in favor of a larger project or in search of a bigger picture. I have tried but I’m not sure if I’ve gotten better at them over the course of this year either. Nonetheless, through my community at home, the teachers, and the kids at St. Pat’s, I’ve realized that these little things are what it’s all about.

I set upon this year in an attempt to “figure it out.” I had graduated from climbing a ladder placed in front of me called school, to a vast landscape with limitless possibilities called “the real world” where I must somehow form something worthwhile. Where do I begin? How do I make sure I get it all as right as possible?

It all feels a little bit like first world problems now. But I begin right now, and it's ok if I don’t get it all right. Just try to do the little things, and hopefully, the rest will fall into place.

“Johnny, did you know Billy didn’t like it when you laughed at him?” -Me

“Noooo.” -Johnny

“What do you think you should do” -Me

“Sorry, Billy.” -Johnny

“It’s okay, Johnny. I’m sorry too.” -Billy

“Alright, now go back out there and have some fun” -Me


Thanks, Francis, for making everyone feel special with a handwritten (and addressed) note.

Thanks, Martha, for sending so many birthday cards and thank you letters.

Thanks, Patty, for saying the little prayers.

Thanks, Nicole, for the 7:30am (or more like 7:45am) saying of “have a great dayyyyyyyy.”

Brian Omastiak
San Diego, CA 2015-2016


Domestics 2015-2016

Freeways, Flights, Faith & Thirty Second Dance Parties

by augustinian.volunteers / 18. April 2016 02:59

I look like a fool here, sitting in the middle of this tucked-away coffee shop, counting upon my fingers numbers that are probably better reserved for calculators. But the final count is two-hundred and twenty eight. That is the number of days that it has been since I and my community have moved out here to San Diego. And with this program’s one year commitment coming to a close, I need to focus on the number of days we have had instead of the number of days we have left, because I swear I have palpitations each time I hear the impossibly small number of days remaining in this program. 

And what really guts me about the whole prospect of transitioning from this program into a world that is not entirely predicated on the pillars of community and service, is that without even realizing it I have grown not only comfortable but quite possibly dependent on the community that has become my family-away-from-home for the last two-hundred and twenty eight days. And that’s petrifying—for two reasons. First, because it’s always a startling realization when you first become aware that you have you let someone step so far into your life that who and what they are have become not only influential but in fact intertwined with your own self-identity. And the second reason is that there is a visceral fear that comes with the understanding that at some point the proximity of relationships changes, and then so too does the immediate nature of those relationships.

But what’s important to keep in mind, I think, is that while you are able to decide who gets step into your life, the value that a relationship can hold is completely correlated to how far you choose to let someone in, and how far you are willing to enter someone else’s life in turn. And if I have learned anything from my community in the past two-hundred and twenty eight days, it is that there is a undeniable sense of fulfillment and self-actualization that comes from deep, intentional relationships—the kind of fullness that ends up outweighing any fear of how those relationships may change tomorrow or someday. 

My community makes me feel full and actualized, and each of them do it in their own way. But from each I have learned more about identity and growth than I could have ever expected. 

Brian, the default patriarch of the house (don’t tell him I said that), has played a deeper and more influential role in my growth over this past year than I think he is even aware of. Brian has taught me as much about how to squeeze every last drop of sunlight from a day as he has about the importance of personal responsibility and the unfailing utility of common sense. Sometimes he lets my failures be lessons in and of themselves, but at the end of the day he has shown me what it truly takes to help another person grow. He is an individual deeply rooted in his character, and whether he realizes it or not, he sets an incredible example that has given me much to emulate. From learning how to properly merge on a freeway to learning how to build a backyard campfire, I have come to grow both as a driver and as a friend because of Brian. 

Nicole, the great mediator of the house, has counseled us out of more potential conflicts than we have gotten ourselves in. She is a confidante, an advisor, and a supporter, and she has taught me so much of what it means to help others both recognize and actualize their own potential. Nicole has helped me grow in the same way that she helps everyone around her grow—by helping people see situations from every angle and empowering them to figure out which decision is best for them. Through her example, she has helped me grow in my leadership, my attentiveness toward others, and my ability to compromise. In her ability to create and maintain harmony in the community, Nicole has given both a space to grow and an example to follow throughout that growth. From learning how to actually book a flight to learning how to find middle ground, I have come to grow both as a traveler and as a listener because of Nicole.

Martha, a gifted nurse with an extraordinary mind, has a love for life and a heart for people that was crafted to heal. As a nurse she sets the precedent for compassion, diligence, and advocacy. She is a model of perseverance and a testament to the rewards of hard and devoted work. Her inspiration comes from the way she can spin a smile onto a patient’s face or how she has proven herself time and time again to be exactly who someone needs (and this is as much speaking on behalf of our patients as it is speaking from personal experience). It’s a special thing to be able to share both your personal growth and your professional growth with someone, and from learning how to properly draw up injectable medications to learning how to hold thirty-second dance parties, I have come to grow both as a nurse and as a dancer because of Martha.

Patty, the one who will set this world on fire, has made every bit of difference in how I have grown both spiritually and internally this year, and there is so much that I owe to her. I don’t know if she always notices this within herself, but she is a vessel of strength and centeredness, and this comes not only from the deep-seeded faith that surrounds her core, but also from the vulnerability it takes for her to show us what lies within that core. She allows others to grow by breaking down the pieces of herself and showing how possible it is to put yourself back together again. Patty has shown me how to spot miracles in the mundane, how to move past the mistakes, and how to put troubles in a bubble and blow them away. Patty would be the first to tell you that she isn’t perfect, but she has been one of the greatest examples and sources of faith for me over the past year, and from learning the words to different prayers to learning how to give things a chance, I have come to grow both in my relationship with God and in my relationship with myself because of Patty.

My community has helped me to not only grow, but to discover and to learn and to become as well. Each in their own way, each in their own time, they have walked into my life, and no matter what happens in the coming months, I know that for at least two-hundred and twenty eight days we all walked together, in and out of each other’s lives, leaving our own marks to remind each other that at one point in our lives we were a community—a family—that made each other feel full and actualized and loved.

Francis Cunningham
San Diego, CA 2015-2016


Domestics 2015-2016


by augustinian.volunteers / 29. March 2016 13:48

Blessed Oscar Romero said “Aspire not to have more, but to be more.” 

In volunteering at Merrimack College there are many opportunities to step outside of yourself and really be present to the students you are serving. This past week I was able to serve alongside twelve students and another advisor for an Alternative Spring Break trip to Camden, NJ. 

Seeing Camden, NJ for the first time and driving to the Romero Center was an experience of awe, fear and familiarity. First noticing rod iron fencing around porches made me fearful of the area and what to expect, but getting to the Center and meeting Richard started cracking stereotypes from day one. Richard is one of the Urban Challenge Associates. He is always wearing a black beanie hat with a colorful, untucked buttoned down shirt and kakis. Stepping out of the van he greeted each of us with a handshake and a very calm and chill demeanor. His confidence and personable personality gave me ease for the road ahead. 

There are so many experiences from this past week that I wish I could share and delve deeper into, but as it goes this is not an essay. Each day the Romero Center had a theme from a Catholic Social Teaching. They varied from life and dignity of the human person to solidarity. In the mornings we had a time of prayer and in the evenings we came together for reflections with videos, small group discussions and prayer once again. For the small group discussions, they provided guided questions which mentioned what was the most meaningful experience, challenging, how did you see God’s presence and ended with what are your hopes for tomorrow?

These questions helped me to pull apart my days, look at each moment, truly acknowledge and remember what had impacted me in various ways. It reminded me almost of an examination of conscience. It gave me the tools to understand where I was during each day and how I could better myself and continue growing for the next day. Not only writing your thoughts down in a journal, but then sharing them makes experiences such as these come alive in new ways. You gain perspectives from others, become more vulnerable and truly allow your true self to be received. 

Our group came from varying backgrounds geographically, financially and with different family dynamics. Despite all of this, we became the CamFam and truly sought to build relationships with one another, those we served with and created plans to carry out what we have learned on the Merrimack Campus. These students not only spoke from their hearts, but allowed an environment of trust, vulnerability and acceptance which gave this experience the means to become something greater than I could have imagined. Each day I lived in the moment and was present to what the day would bring. 

Being able to share this irreplaceable experience with the students at Merrimack gave me such a deeper appreciation for the college and those it serves. I know going to work on Tuesday morning that I will have more friendly faces around campus and will continue to strengthen these relationships especially in the last few months I have with them. They epitomize “Aspire not to have more, but to be more.” 

Elise Zajicek
Lawrence, MA 2015-2016 


Domestics 2015-2016

An Avocado

by augustinian.volunteers / 18. March 2016 09:56

One of my favorite YouTube videos is a dad giving his son an avocado as a gift. If you have never seen this video, it is a quick watch and the link is at the end of this post. I am sure the dad thought his son was going to be extremely disappointed with the gift, but when his son unwrapped the present, he said, “It’s an avocado! Thanks!” You could decipher the child’s reaction in one of two ways: he was just being polite or he was genuinely excited to receive an avocado. Either way, the younger people in our lives are teaching us lessons we have forgotten. The first lesson would be enjoying the simple things in life and the second would be appreciation. The little boy in this video is happy to just receive a gift. He did not throw a tantrum because it was not the latest iPad or a hover board. He accepted and appreciated the gift. I think that we often overlook the simple things in life, the little gifts, in search of a bigger one. In this search, we also tend to take many things in life for granted. 

When I first arrived at St. Margaret of Scotland School, I was unsure if teaching was a career I wanted to pursue. I had an undergraduate degree in business, so I was taking this year to figure things out. Little did I know how quickly I would become attached to the kids. I looked forward to the screams of “Ms. White!” every morning and the rib crushing embraces as kids raced to hug me. In the beginning, I would ask myself why the kids are excited to see me when they saw me less than twenty hours before, but I would grow to appreciate these little moments. I have come to love the sometimes less than cheery “good mornings” from the middle school students and the “see you tomorrow” high fives. The students are choosing to reach out to me, in small ways, to let me know that they notice me and appreciate me. In return, I reciprocate these acts of love and make sure that each child feels special. I take care to notice the little things that my kids do to improve my day as well as the little things that improve their day. It has been one of my greatest joys to get to know the different students’ likes, dislikes, fears, passions, and dreams. I care when something important happens in their lives, whether it is losing a tooth or passing a test or winning a basketball game. They are the gifts that God has given to me to appreciate each day. My students call me to enjoy the simple things in life and to smile and laugh more often. My kids have reminded me that small, simple acts of kindness are the ones that make the biggest difference. My students have become my avocados, gifts I am grateful for and reminders to give a little more of myself each day.

Tori White
Chicago, IL 2015-2016


Domestics 2015-2016

A Bittersweet Symphony

by augustinian.volunteers / 21. February 2016 15:19

How do you find God in greed, hurt and pain?  When people go without and have nothing?  When people mistreat the system that is built to help them?  In mental illness?  In a community that is either ill-informed or ignoring a housing crisis?

This is the bittersweet struggle I go through at HELP of Ojai.  HELP is a non-profit in the Ojai Valley that works to meet the basic needs of the homeless, low-income and seniors.  It's easy for me to talk about and pray for my family and friends, my community and the AVs, and what's going on in the world.  How do I begin to pray for all the struggles that people have right in front of me?  After the initial response of, "HELP is good", I find myself struggling to elaborate.  Many people don't want to hear about the struggles of the mentally ill, the homeless and housing problem in Ojai, and how irritating is to sit on hold for 45 minutes with medi-CAL to be told they can't help you in under two minutes.  It's also probably not appropriate to describe your service site as a “hot mess express” and yourself as the conductor of the train. Or the reality that you are running after the train because the same client has come in at 11:55 when we close for lunch at 12:00.  I find myself frustrated, tired, and my head swimming with what if, what about, and what the hell.

I wonder if there is hope for my clients.  I try to understand that keeping an appointment can be a miracle, remembering paperwork is sometimes an act of God, and goals are a foreign concept.  I need to remember to explain why we set goals and to keep the goals achievable.  I can't get on my high horse and try to remember the refocusing techniques we went over during our morning staff meeting. The first goal I suggest is finding one AA meeting, a second is updating a resume, and a third of following up on paperwork to get an ID so you might be able to find a job if your sobriety is going well.  By the way, when was the last time you had a drink?

I often leave work wondering where my day went and go over the list of things we are doing as a community that night.  My head typically spins, and I consider canceling all our friendships.  Just kidding, that would be awful!  What would be better is if we use our grocery money to order takeout every night so we don't have to worry about cooking.  Speaking of dinner, was I supposed to go to the grocery store tonight? Can time stop for ten minutes for me to process my day?

Compassion; that's where I find God.  Compassion in my heart for a life I can only begin to understand and for choices I never had to make.  Understanding; that's where I find God.  Not a complete understanding, but a small glimpse of how living with a mental illness can be life controlling and disconnecting.  An understanding of the importance of listening and the equal importance of feeling like you are being heard.  Community; that's where I find God.  When I see anonymous donors make a difference in the life of someone, as angel wings hide underneath their jacket.  In the homeless community as they protect their most vulnerable from harm by looking after them in the shelter and on the streets.  Joy; that's where I find God.  When someone is able to find housing, a utility grant drops, or health insurance is obtained.  In remembrance; that's where I find God.  When people talk about the recently housed homeless man that died and how much they miss him and his spirit.  How we should all try a little harder to embody him.

Questioning hope and having to find ways to seek God in hard situations has made it easier for me to see the blessings around me.  I am able to enjoy God more in bike rides, on hikes, the view at yoga, in conversations with others, in my AV community, Sundays at mass, and in the quiet of my heart when I find peace with my mistakes.  So how do I begin?  I start as Mother Teresa said to, one by one.

Megan Telfer
Ventura, CA 2015-2016


Home Is Where My Heart Is

by augustinian.volunteers / 27. January 2016 14:26

2,687.3 miles… That is how far I am from the place that I have called home for the past 25 years. Before last year I never thought about leaving Pennsylvania to live anywhere else and doubted that I would even leave the Philadelphia area after I graduated from college. That is, until I began to pray about it. No, I did not begin to ask God where I should be living, I thought I already knew the answer to that. Instead I began to ask God what I should be doing with my life because I had begun to doubt my path. Suddenly I started to notice different service organizations popping up around me and it clicked: maybe God wants me to give a year of my life to service for him. After being convinced by a friend I applied to the Augustinian Volunteers.

When I found out that I would be living in San Diego for my volunteer year I was super excited, mostly because I knew I would not have to deal with any cold weather and I would be living by the beach for the year (there is no better place to LIVE SIMPLY). As the summer went on and orientation was approaching, the nerves began to sink in: I was about to move all the way ACROSS THE COUNTRY with a bunch of people I had never even met. What was I thinking? I am going to be way too far away from my family and life as I know it is will be about to change. I was not sure how I would adjust but I knew in my heart that I needed to do a year of service so I had to suck it up and pray that everything would turn out ok. 

On August 24, just one week before boarding the plane to embark on our journey as Augustinian Volunteers, our community was finally able to meet for the first time. From the very beginning of orientation it was clear that I was surrounded by a group of loving and supportive people who would be serving all over the country and the nerves turned to excitement again and I was ready to take on San Diego with my community. Living in California in community has helped me grow in ways that I never expected. My roommates have taught me a tremendous amount about life, love, support and the importance of constantly growing in my relationship with God. All five of us have our own ups and downs with being away from our families, being stressed about our jobs or trying to figure out what to do after our year, but no matter what life throws at us we always come home to find comfort and happiness in our community. We have had prayer time together, community meetings, many birthday celebrations, and countless hours spent exploring San Diego and enjoying our time together as a community. 

Suddenly as I look back on my first 5 months in California, the strangers that I moved here with in August have become family to me, people that I know I can turn to during times of happiness, nervousness, sadness and excitement for the rest of my life. I am looking forward to growing my relationships with my family here in California and for all of the new adventures we will have. After all of the anticipation and nervousness leading up to moving across the country, I now realize that when I move back to Pennsylvania a piece of my heart will remain 2,687.3 miles away at my home in San Diego.

Patty Boland
San Diego, Ca 2015-2016


Domestics 2015-2016

The Power of Flexibility

by augustinian.volunteers / 10. January 2016 15:27

“In kindergarten, we have to be flexible. Not every day can be the same and we have to be open to change.  So, what do we have to be, class?” asked the kindergarten teacher at St. Augustine School, in Andover, Massachusetts. “We have to be flexible!” twenty-seven kindergarteners responded with enthusiasm. 


I learned this kindergarten motto while helping in their class the first week of school and it has become my motto for the year. To really be flexible, like the kindergarten students were learning, I was determined to be open to all new circumstances, to try new things, and to adapt when situations change. In the past, I have not always been the most flexible person, preferring to know exactly what I am doing with a calendar planning out all my activities and events.  I knew that this year was my year to be different, to trust in God and to be open.  


As a full-time substitute at a 450-student nursery through 8th grade Catholic grade school, I have to constantly remind myself of my new motto. Having limited experience as a teacher (I was a communication major in college), I have to assume the role of a teacher and convince a classroom of kids I know what I am teaching 100% of the time, even when lesson plans do not cover the entire class period. Every day is different for me, which is my favorite part of my position. Often, I know weeks ahead of time which grade I will be subbing.  Then there are days when I receive an early morning phone call telling me which classroom I will be needed in for that day.  So far, I have taught every single grade in the school, including language classes in Latin, French, Chinese, and Spanish.  I have also had the position as the gym, music and art teacher for a day. I cannot have any expectations on how my day will go and just have to see where the day takes me. 


Through my service site, I have found that I am a flexible person and enjoy working with new students each day. I loved helping the kindergartners paint Advent wreaths and I also enjoyed teaching 8th grade students about the Industrial Revolution. I have no anxiety about trying new things because I feel I am where I am supposed to be and am lucky to have the support of my community and the school where I am working.


My new flexibility motto has impacted my life for the better. I have experienced things, which a year ago, I would never have guessed I would be doing. I participated in a student-teacher academic bowl, have chaperoned a 7th and 8th grade dance, dug a trench for Habitat for Humanity (despite being only 5’3), spent Thanksgiving dinner with Augustinian Priests, attended a mass in Spanish, threw an Augustinian priest a birthday party, led community prayers, spent a day of service packaging letters for prisoners, hiked in New Hampshire and am learning how to drive on the highway with the help of my community members.  


Being flexible and saying “yes” is a life-lesson I wish I had learned in kindergarten. However, it is never too late and I hope to carry out my new flexibility motto for the rest of this year and for life. 


Clare Spence

Lawrence, MA 2015-2016 



Domestics 2015-2016

God Has A Plan For You

by augustinian.volunteers / 21. December 2015 11:43

“God has a plan for you” is a phrase my mom has said to me multiple times over the course of my life. More often than not, I would shove these six little words off with an eye roll and a “uh huh, sure mom,” and go about my day. However, since moving to the southside of Chicago four months ago, I have finally learned that God does indeed have a plan for my life.

My journey to the AV’s was a bit more unique in that I had been teaching for the past two years. However, I always felt something was missing, I just didn’t know what it was. I stumbled upon the Augustinian Volunteers through a friend from high school, Danielle Callahan, who was an AV in San Diego last year. I applied in late March, not thinking much of it, and suddenly, less than two weeks later I was offered a position at St. Rita of Cascia High School. Hearing that I would be working at St. Rita was the first of a few instances in which I now truly believe that God was calling me to Chicago. You see, Rita is a very important saint in my family.

In November of 2014, my brother got married to my sister-in-law at the National Shrine of St. Rita of Cascia in Philadelphia. The reason they chose this church to be married in, besides its obvious beauty, was because my sister-in-law’s late mother was named, you guessed it, Rita, and she wanted to honor her mom during the wedding ceremony.

At the time, I thought it was nothing more than a strange coincidence. However, in the first week of August, I finally began to see God’s plan unfolding in front of me. A few weeks before I was set to leave for Chicago, I was driving down the shore with a good friend of mine. As we were driving down, we were talking about my upcoming move and I was confiding in him how I was beginning to have second thoughts about the move. I knew deep down in my heart of hearts that this was the right move for me, but I was simply scared of what the unpredictable future held. As we were talking I glanced over at a car next to me and was blown away at what I saw. The license plate of the car next to me read: ST RITA. Those of you reading this right now might not believe that this actually happened, and in fact, part of me still finds it hard to believe (there is photographic evidence however).

From the moment I began my service at St. Rita I knew that I am where I am meant to be. Each day I am greeted with teachers and staff members who truly care about me and my experience in Chicago so far, offering me support, guidance, or just a smile and a “how are you?” One of my favorite things about St. Rita is the beautiful shrine chapel that is attached to the school (the word chapel is used loosely, as it is more like a cathedral), which I am lucky enough to be able to spend a few minutes in at least two or three times a week. However, my favorite thing about working at St. Rita is being able to interact with, teach, and mentor some of the most respectful and intelligent young men I have ever met. It is in my interactions with the students where I truly see God. In guiding them through their faith journey, they are, without realizing it, helping me in my own faith journey, and I find that incredibly beautiful.

My time in Chicago hasn't been perfect. For the greater part of the first two months I was very homesick and unsure of my place here. It was during this time, someone very close to me told me, “God doesn't promise us an easy life, but he does promise us a meaningful one.” So far, my time at St. Rita of Cascia has been very meaningful, and I look forward to what the second half of my experience in Chicago has in store for me.

Greg Tosto
Chicago, IL 2015-2016


Domestics 2015-2016

Advent Week 4: Accepting Peace, Answering "Yes"

by Alumni / 17. December 2015 16:46

Christ’s birth changed the world, and 2000 years later, this event continues to transform our lives. As we celebrate this fourth week of Advent, there is still time to reflect and prepare for how we will be transformed by Christ’s birth this Christmas.

Our readings this week remind us of God’s promise to us in sending Christ; “for now his greatness shall reach to the ends of the earth; he shall be peace.” The worries and concerns we experience in today’s world are surely different than those present in the world before the birth of Christ; nonetheless, the first reading reminds us that there was a need for peace. God recognized this need, and sent his son to be that peace. So often, we are searching for peace, in our world, in our communities, in others, in ourselves, when in fact we are offered peace every moment of every day through our faith. We must actively choose to receive the peace Christ continually offers us by saying “yes” to God.

Mary stands as the perfect example of someone who said “yes” to God. In the Gospel, we hear of Mary early in her pregnancy visiting Elizabeth. When the infant in Elizabeth’s womb (John the Baptist) leaps, Elizabeth exclaims, “Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled.” God asks different things from each of us each day, in our service sites, in our communities, in our families, in our relationships. It is up to us to recognize these opportunities when God is calling us, and choose to respond to him. When we respond to God, we will feel his presence and experience Christ’s peace in unexpected ways, which may transform our lives, as Mary’s was transformed.  

In the days before Christmas, let us pray that we have open hearts to accept Christ, and that we may allow ourselves to be transformed by the miracle of his birth through the coming year.

Claire Mulhern
AV Alum, Chicago ’11-‘12

Questions for further reflection:
1.When do you feel most aware of God’s peace? How can you make that more pervasive in your life?
2. When have you felt yourself responding “yes” to God at your service site? In your community?



Advent Week 3: Trusting in the Lord

by Alumni / 10. December 2015 22:29

“Teacher, what should we do?” Luke’s gospel for this week tells us of the crowds visiting John the Baptist, looking to him for guidance. Like us, these people were expecting the coming of Christ and they were eager to be prepared for Him. I find their questions to John the Baptist interesting though. They were not asking what they should do but instead asked how should they live? As a volunteer, I found myself asking this question often. While at my service site, I saw young students in heartbreaking situations and I grappled with how I could be of any meaningful use in their lives. In community, I wondered how to make our short time together matter and in my spiritual life, I questioned how I could strengthen my relationship with God. As we prepare for the birth of Jesus, what should we do? 

John the Baptist told the crowds to be generous and honest people, concerned about those around them. But even more than his words in the Gospel, I find the first and second readings to be insightful preparation for the Christmas season. The first reading calls us to, “rejoice for the Lord is in your midst.” While the words seem obvious, it can be harder to trust that God is always with us. We can often let fear permeate our thoughts and dictate our actions. Having complete trust in God can be challenging for some. But as the second reading says, “have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God.” God knows what is in our hearts and if we trust in him, he will not let us fall. 

So what should we do? In preparation we must heed the words of John the Baptist and focus on changing our outlook. Rejoice, be thankful, and be patient. Rejoice that Jesus is coming and God is always with you, never failing to love you. Be thankful for your relationships at work, within community, and with God, for each is a gift that will continue to grow throughout this year. Be patient with yourself and with God. Serving and living with others can be challenging, but remember that God’s plan is not always the same as yours. It takes patience and trust that He will fulfill your desires in a way you cannot imagine. 

Brittany Patten
AV Alum, Lawrence 2014

1. In what area of your life do you find it most difficult to trust in God?
2. In preparation for Jesus’ birth, how will you change your outlook to live more intentionally at your service site or within community?



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