It’s probably the end of the calendar year that leads me more to reflection. This piece from Karl Rahner has been my reflection this week as I’ve been on the road. I pull it out and read a bit every morning and almost every paragraph grinds my mind to a halt and I have to put the piece down and reflect.

Today’s pondering:

My whole life long I have been nothing but the ordinary routine, all business and activity, a desert filled with empty sound and meaningless fury. But when the heavy weight of death one day presses down upon my life and squeezes the true and lasting content out of all those many days and long years, what will be the final yield?

What I have at the end of my life is not for the measurement of the world. It’s not about my social media platform. What matters of my “final yield” is what is presented to Christ.

Our “giants” we love today won’t be the “headliners” on that day before the Lord. It will be the quiet lives of grandpas and grandmas who prayed for their families, who lived faithfully loving their neighbors, who found simple prayers every day to pray for those they love… they will be the headliners in heaven.

What is my final yield? This leaves me in a holding position for today.