There is a fallow time for the spirit when the soil is barren…. Face it! Then resolutely dig out dead roots, clear the ground, … work out new designs by dreaming daring dreams and great and creative planning. The time is not wasted. The time of fallowness is a time of rest and restoration, of filling up and replenishing. It is the moment when the meaning of all things can be searched out, tracked down, and made to yield the secret of living. Thank God for the fallow time!
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among people,
To make music in the heart.
One can make an offering of the self to God. This is far different from offering one’s special talents, as important as that may be. It is more than the offering of resources, however great or limited they may be. It is to offer one’s self: to put at the disposal of Life one’s life, not merely one’s needs, one’s demands, one’s frustrations, one’s unresolved problems. This is to say to Life, “Here I am, I put myself at your disposal to be where I am–all of me. To do, where I am, with all of me. To respond to life where I am without bargaining or bartering.”
~Howard Thurman, The Inward Journey