Yesterday, the Monday after Epiphany, was Plough Monday - traditionally the day when work began after the Christmas festivities. The ploughs would be decorated among celebration and dancing. Well, I was back in the City yesterday; I can't say I started my day with unbridled joy and dancing. I left the house in a rush after needing to find a bigger bag for all my stuff, grumbled at the increased train fares, drank too much coffee, said yes to a new project and then lay awake last night wondering how I'd manage it. BUT - I love what I do, and I know I am blessed in that. There's a real flow for me between what I'd count as 'work' and what I do with joy in the rest of my time, though I need to cherish that and not take it for granted.
I've been thinking about work and the interplay between being and doing. As I study Ignatian ideas about discernment I'm reminded that vocation is first, second and third about who I am - and only then about what I do. (Read Discovering Your Personal Vocation by Herbert Alphonso SJ.) And I am who I truly am only in relationship with God. As Irenaeus put it: 'the glory of God is a human being fully alive; and life for a human is the vision of God.' So in any question about what 'work' might be for me I need to ask: what gives me life?What helps me see God in all things more clearly? Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote of Mary that she
'this one work has to do,
let all God's glory through.'
And the same is true of us. At the weekend I ventured into the garden to do some tidying. I watched an earthworm inching along, perfectly designed and evolved for ploughing through the earth, glorifying God in his complete and (I iimagine) contented 'worminess'. Not like the ploughboy in the English song (jauntily arranged by Benjamin Britten) who can't wait to exchange his dull furrow for a fantasy of fame and fortune. I wonder how often I've wasted time and energy in wanting to be someone, something, somewhere else, when no one but I can be the I God made me.
So what might be the equivalent for me of decking my plough with ribbons and flowers at the beginning of this new year? What are the tools of my trade that I'm invited to bless? It is the first day of the spring term on our formation course for spiritual directors; my colleague Jo emphasised to our foundation year students that they are their most important resource for their ministry. That's perhaps the most important thing they will learn - and I'm still learning it! That's why, as I set my hand again to the plough, I want to ask for the blessing of being truly present with authenticity and integrity in all I do and with each one I encounter. And of letting others bless me by being who they are.