Yesterday I sat and watched re runs of Project Runway all day with the thought “I don’t want to pray, I just want to be relax. I just want to do what I want and right now I don’t want to pray.”
I keep telling myself that I should fast from alcohol and pray to have a baby. Then I tell myself “can’t I have fun?”
I keep telling myself that I should go to Mass each day (it’s less than 1/2 mile to the church) but sleeping that extra 10 minutes is much more appealing. Shouldn’t I do what’s going to make me happy? Sleep makes me happy.
I have the idea right now that religious is boring, that prayer is boring, that being a saint means not being happy. Whether you’re like me or not you should give this a listen. Happiness isn’t in what we do or what we have, it’s in who we know.