“. . . what good was my ability, if I did not use it well.”

St. Augustine ponders wasted talents, brilliance all manner of things he used for his own glory and pleasure.  But what of the glory of God and good of our souls?  There are deeply talented people who turn their wit to venom, their skill to vainglory and oppression.  What of us?  We all been given a sacred trust of talents and abilities not only for our use but for the good mankind.  Can we turn the humor into kindness and the brilliance into something warm and comforting in this world?

Are we simply hiding our best out of fear and pride?  Fear that we don’t shine as we wish?  We have to give all we have and not measure by any standard for all gifts that are divinely given are truly worthy and beautiful.  Let’s break out of old patterns and uses of our gifts.  With them we can make life richer and more meaningful for all we touch through out this life.

St. Augustine lived this example.  Arguably one of the most mystical and brilliant of minds ever to be on earth, he changed from self severing and indulgent into one of the greatest advocates of spiritual excellence.  We are meant to do magnificent things wherever and whoever we are right now.  It makes us more and more who we are meant to be and paves our way to the next destination.  We must take advantage of each opportunity to show the love of God to each other and experience it ourselves.  Let us not scatter these graces but focus on doing good and being transformed by the very gifts we have been given.

There is a Jewish holocaust survivor who in his retelling of the horrors of the camps he was imprisoned in also remembers the power of a song.  If you sang before you were served soup, little more than watery potatoes, the cook would serve you from the bottom of the pot.  That’s where all the truly nourishing components rested.  He’d dip the ladle as to catch the very best simply because for a moment in the misery someone brought something beautiful into the air.  He went on to say he  came to learn in the cruelty and ugliness of the camps the need for art and spiritual and supernatural power it holds.  Let us sing our songs and nourish our souls in this world’s misery the music, our music, is needed more than ever.

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