I have to admit that the past two weeks, I really haven’t been interested in much of anything. I’ve had a nasty case of bronchitis and as happens when I’m ill, I just lost interest in anything beyond surviving the cough. I could tell I was much better this morning because my interest in the ministry I love so much returned.
Sometimes, though, a similar lack of interest plagues our spiritual lives. We no longer eagerly enter prayer time or read the Bible. No pastor’s sermon impacts us as we yawn and criticize. Our small group no longer matters to us. Many decide to find a new church. Others drop the activities that formerly satisfied their spiritual lives. Still others leave the church entirely. It’s a sign of a type of spiritual sickness. The antidote, often lies in re-balancing an unbalanced spiritual life, spent mostly in action and very little in solitude. My personality tends to toward action so I understand all too well. And although others think I’m joking, I really did become part of a Benedictine community to protect myself from an unbalanced spiritual life. Yet, there are many days that I pray morning and evening prayers more out of my commitment to my fellow Benedictines than desire to pray, not because I don’t love Jesus but because I can still all too easily spend much more effort on tasks than on resting with Christ. We may think that skipping a few days or weeks of solitude with Christ doesn’t harm anything but our interest does not lie. Sooner or later, our lack of interest tells us something’s up.