“Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle,” Philo of Alexandria is reputed to have said. My life is so safe and soft that it takes an act of hubris to say that I really struggle against anything.
Maybe the thing I need to fight against the most is that very safety and softness? Does God appear in sharper relief against the cutting edges of a harder and more uncertain life? Is that why Jesus called his Apostles to leave their trades and the comfort of family and routine and pleasures derived from profit? Could he have left them alone in their small circles, only teaching them when (and if) they came once a week to services? Would they, left as tradesmen, have converted anyone? Healed anyone? Been willing to die for the Truth?
Is seeking God rather than the self-indulgence that modernity calls us to a hard battle, maybe the hardest? Fleeing to God from a hard and scary life is one thing. Fleeing to God from a comfortable and secure life, breaking out of the seductive call of consumerism and individualism … . I don’t know. All I know is I’m not doing that well.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, the sinner.