This last Saturday night, I was standing next to a bonfire
with a band of brothers at StoneSong Retreat Centre in western Maryland, on the
final evening of four sweet days of intentional community. My heart was full.
The hearts of many of us were overflowing. After a spectacular
afternoon thunderstorm that left most of us happily drenched, the sky had
cleared, the stars were out. Our time around the fire was punctuated with one
or another of us calling out, “There’s one!”
It was one of the peak nights of the Perseid meteor shower.
The best viewing would have been just before dawn Saturday, but even if any of
us had gotten up that early, there’d been cloud cover all through Friday night and most of
the day leading up to the rain.
But you don’t get to order shooting stars on demand. You can’t
control the conditions under which you wait for them. You can make yourself
available. And that’s about it. Even when the conditions are right, you just
have to let go and accept that wherever you focus your attention, you're probably
watching the wrong bit of sky. You’re most likely to glimpse the streak of light only out of
the corner of your eye. You may have companions to bear witness that they’ve
seen it, too. Or you may have to trust, after that brief flash, that it really
was there, if only for you.
What you can do is decide that the shooting star is worth
waiting for, being idle for. You learn to separate hope and faith from
expectation. The more often you’ve seen one, the stronger your inclination
becomes to wait patiently for the next.
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