To say this nicely: I wish certain people would read this entry. Just a thought.
Like all good lies, it contains a grain of truth. I really am busy. I honestly don’t have time to do it all, to undertake every charitable act that comes to mind, to pray for hours each day, and so on. Yet I’ve allowed “I’m too busy” to become a sort of mantra, a plausible sounding knee-jerk reaction to gloss over those times when I’m just too lazy or too tired or too distracted or too stuck in a rut to do the right thing.
The lesson that I take away from this is not that we should beat ourselves up for dropping the ball sometimes, or that we have to say yes to every occasion to help that comes our way — it’s also important to acknowledge our own limits, and accept that we simply can’t help everyone all the time. I just hope that I can use the occasion of the missed call from my friend as a lesson for the future, so that when I push back an opportunity to reach out to someone, I can make sure it’s a decision that I have actually evaluated, and not a hasty response borne of a feeling of being overwhelmed. And I hope that the next time I casually throw out the phrase “I’m too busy,” I’ll remember that the priest and the Levite were busy too.