The first advice I remember my mother giving me – well, it wasn’t advice; it was an admonition – was this: “Wherever you go, leave things in at least as good condition as you found them.”
Starting at about age 5, I applied that admonition, that habit, to physical places. Over the decades, I have come to see that that admonition can well be applied to every moment and every situation, including conversations, relationships, civic responsibilities, and self care.
In each moment, am I thinking like someone who expects to be catered to?
Or
am I thinking like a steward of peace? An
agent of love? A servant of the Holy
Spirit?
