The readings this weekend hit me. Amazing how God does that, eh? As I'm sitting in my room at the rectory, which looks like a tornado blew through because of the mix of boxes, papers, books, and plain ol' stuff, the Scriptures brought it all home of the need for simplicity in my life.
Zechariah spoke of the king approaching on an ass. A reliable form of transportation, but hardly regal. In the Gospel, Jesus praises God the Father for having revealed to little ones what has been hidden from the wise and the learned. How many times have we heard that something is "so simple that a child can do it."? We're good at being childish; child-like takes some practice. The people at the Masses today weren't looking for my resumé; they wanted a smile and a "hello", and I kept giving it over and over. You can't get much simpler than that!
I need more "simple" in my life, that's why I'm throwing stuff away.