“In holy ways there is never so much must.” – Thomas Merton
Holy ways are a mystery.
But must, I know about must. Ohh the Obligation. Demand. Compulsion. Ought to. Should do. HAVE to. FINE!
I must do the ironing. Surely, Thomas, there is some value in forcing the will to iron out the waves and wrinkles, in making all things smooth, while venting about the trial on the phone to a friend.
Perhaps the holy part of which Merton speaks is thankfulness. The one ingredient that turns “must” into love. A thankful heart yearns to please. I worry about faking this. Stuffing all the frothier emotion.
I also find it interesting that the Lord’s Prayer, our template for prayer, does not contain a thank you.
The posture of that prayer is a submitted and rather emotionless reflection: thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
Take away emotion from the word must and you have indifferent integrity. Can that be holiness?