Like “duty,”“law,”“religion,” the word “vocation” has a dull ring to it, but in terms of what it means, it is really not dull at all. Vocare, to call, of course, and a man’s vocation is a man’s calling. It is the work that he is called to in this world , the thing that he is summoned to spend his life doing. We can speak of a man’s choosing his vocation, but perhaps it is at least as accurate to speak of a vocation’s choosing the man, of a call’s being given and a man’s hearing it, or not hearing it. And maybe that is the place to start: the business of listening and hearing. A man’s life is full of all sorts of voices calling him in all sorts of directions. Some of them are voices from inside and some of them are voices from outside. The more alive and alert we are, the more clamorous our lives are. Which do we listen to? What kind of voice do we listen for?
The prologue of the Gospel of John is a sort of inversion of Genesis that shows that it’s not God who expels mankind, as the scene in earthly paradise tells us, but mankind who expelled God.
Be like Hafiz: Get up and make an effort. Don’t lie around like a bum.
He who throws himself at the Beloved’s feet is like a workhorse and will be rewarded with boundless pastures and eternal rest.
Hāfez (1325 –1389) Persian Mystical Poet. From: “Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved.
May we forget about ourselves. When we are intoxicated by his presence, we will feel that we can do miracles, that we can pass through fire and water, and that we can remain unafraid when thousands of swords are drawn against us. By his grace, we won’t fear anymore - neither life nor death, joy nor sorrow. We will be drunk with faith.
Saint John of the Cross