Is It Worth It?

I’m writing this post on Sunday afternoon (the Sunday before Christmas). I go to early mass (8 a.m.) On the way into mass this morning a guitar player was rushing across the lawn carrying her guitar. I waited by the door to hold it open for her. Well, Father L was nearby and waved. I waved back. The guitarist smiled at Father L and came rushing past me. I said, “Good morning.” She answered, “Father saw me. I’m late.” I answered, “Busted, but I’ll cover for you.” I thought she’d laugh. No, she disappeared into the church to join the music group. Funny how little things can upset us and make our stomachs twirl. In the whole scope of one’s life can the world’s greatest scientists using the world’s most sophisticated instruments measure the importance of her being five minutes late for practice? I thank her for the lesson. Some things are not worth giving a second thought. Don’t let then get hold of you.