Wednesday in the Twenty-Ninth Week of Ordinary Time at Mississippi Abbey

A poet writes, “There’s a king and captain high, and He’s coming by and by, and he’ll find me hoeing cotton when he comes. You can hear his legions charging in the regions of the sky, and He’ll find me hoeing cotton when he comes. There’s a man they thrust aside, who was tortured till He died, and he’ll find me hoeing cotton when he comes. He was hated and rejected, He was scorned and crucified, and He’ll find me hoeing cotton when he comes. When he comes! When he comes! He’ll be crowned by saints and angels when he comes. They’ll be shouting out ‘Hosanna’ to the One that men denied, and I’ll kneel among my cotton when He comes.” 1 

We can’t be occupied with religious practices all the time in order to be ready when the Lord comes.  But are not all our deeds religious when infused with faith, hope and love, even hoeing cotton, or mopping floors or washing dishes? 

  1. French E Oliver, 1921; http://manwithblackhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-he-comes.html