Loss of Enthusiasm

Whether we call it loss of enthusiasm or End of the World Syndrome, we all know what it is: the moment when feelings go flat and the world turns monochrome. We no longer believe, no longer hope, all is is blank and bleak. When this moment comes in the novitiate, then the real work of conversion can begin. We no longer try for perfection by our own efforts but settle for the rather messier, less obvious work of the Holy Spirit in us. (cf RB 7.70) So, too, with life in general. Enthusiasm is a great quality, especially when the inspiration comes from God; but it is not meant to be a permanent state. If, today, you are feeling knee-high to a grasshopper, lacking energy and bored stiff by everything, do not assume that something dreadful has happened to you. You are simply discovering anew what it means to be human. Like it or not, we have to be human to be redeemed; and isn’t that a rather wonderful and inspiring thought?

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8 thoughts on “Loss of Enthusiasm”

  1. Thank you. I am feeling sick today and rather overwhelmed with the responsibilities of my life this week. This is needed reminder—and a theme I am seeing repeated of late. I wonder if God is trying to tell me something?

  2. It is indeed a wonderful and inspiring thought that we have to be human to be redeemed.

    It is good to enjoy the ‘fruits of the Spirit’ but also encouraging to remember that the seed rests and is nurtured in the dark silence of the earth when it seems that nothing is happening. Winter is as necessary as spring, and fallow times as important as productive ones.

    I came across this poem of Langston Hughes’ today. The thought is admittedly a secular one, but the truth of it holds good, and is greatly reinforced, when we keep our goal of the Kingdom of Heaven in view, beyond all the disappointments, frustrations, sickness and sorrow we must pass through on our journey. Sickness, especially, is often a time when God speaks to us.

    Hold fast to dreams
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird
    That cannot fly.

    Hold fast to dreams
    For when dreams go
    Life is a barren field
    Frozen with snow.

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