God of My Dai­ly Routine (3)
What Final Yield? 

And what will I myself be at that hour, when I am only myself and noth­ing else? My whole life long I have been noth­ing but the ordi­nary rou­tine, all busi­ness and activ­i­ty, a desert filled with emp­ty sound and mean­ing­less fury. But when the heavy weight of death one day press­es down upon my life and squeezes the true and last­ing con­tent out of all those many days and long years, what will be the final yield? 

Maybe at that last reck­on­ing, at the time of the great dis­il­lu­sion­ment that will take the place of the great illu­sion of my trite­ly spent earth­ly life, maybe then, O God, if you have been mer­ci­ful to me, the gen­uine yield of my ungen­uine life will be only a few blessed moments, made lumi­nous and liv­ing by Your grace. Maybe then I shall see the few pre­cious instants when the grace of Your Love has suc­ceed­ed in steal­ing into an obscure cor­ner of my life, in between the count­less bales of sec­ond-hand goods that fill up my every­day routine. 


Rah­n­er, Karl. ​“Encoun­ters with Silence.” In Spir­i­tu­al Clas­sics: Select­ed Read­ings on the Twelve Spir­i­tu­al Dis­ci­plines. Edit­ed by Richard J. Fos­ter and Emi­lie Grif­fin. New York: Harper­One, 2000
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