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I tense up slightly as I see my daughter toddling over to me holding the telltale green and blue box, replete with several cartoon dinosaurs staring up at me. \u201cMe want to do dinosaur puzzle,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d I entreat. \u201cNot the dinosaur puzzle. We\u2019ve done the dinosaur puzzle six times today.\u201d I can\u2019t take the dinosaur puzzle again. I could put the Iguanadon and his friends together in my sleep. \u201cPlease, pick something else.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes and chin start to do her trademark wobble, indicating that the begging is about to begin. \u201cBut, me want to do dinosaur puzzle with you,\u201d she implores. I quickly scan the room and realize that my options of finding a better activity are, in all honestly, very slim. Even if I could convince her to do something else, what would it be? Pony coloring back? 3 times today. Dress up tea party? 4 times today. Give a stuffed animal a doctor check-up? 8 times today. She is in the age of learning by repetition, and dinosaur puzzle or not, I am being called to sit and watch her do something slowly that I have already sat and watched her do slowly several times today. \u201cFine,\u201d I sigh. \u201cDinosaur puzzle.\u201d \u201cYeah!\u201d She squeals, and she upends its 48 large pieces onto the kitchen floor and ponderously begins unraveling its mysteries once again.<\/p>\n

I sit next to her and bear witness to the saga as it unfolds. I\u2019m not allowed to help, she can do it \u201call by meself;\u201d I am merely supposed to confirm and encourage, and perhaps offer the occasionally helpful \u201coh, that doesn\u2019t look quite right.\u201d. At moments like this I am often tempted to retreat into a distraction. I pull out my phone and scan the news. I stand up and start to peruse the mail. But I can\u2019t do this long before I get a small scowly face and a chiding, \u201cDaddy, you not watching.\u201d She knows when I\u2019m not paying attention to her, or am only pretending to do so. \u201cSorry honey. Ok, I\u2019m watching. Oh, look, you got another piece in.\u201d<\/p>\n

In my youth I always dreamed of having the chance to suffer mightily on behalf of others. I imagined I would be a missionary, braving cold, hunger, and every deprivation. I have rarely encountered such trials. However, one cross that I have frequently and fruitfully born is that of boredom.<\/p>\n

Boredom is a hardship we don\u2019t often think about because it\u2019s so terribly unromantic. In fact, in our distracted, stimulation obsessed age boredom of any intensity, of any length of time, is seen as a vice. We flee from ourselves and our own thoughts, sometimes to the point of preferring pain just so we can have something to focus on.<\/p>\n

In our collective flight from boredom, we frequently commit grave sin against ourselves and others. We ignore our children, because their tedious games bore us. We ignore our parents and the elderly, because we\u2019ve already heard the stories they are going to tell. We ignore the dull or those less educated than ourselves, because their uninteresting conversation wastes our valuable time. Recently I had several parishioners tell me how tired they are of hearing about disaster relief and social justice protests – are we still talking about those things? Underlying all of these is the same subtle lie that is embedded in every sin – I am more important than you. My time is more important than your time. What I want is more important than what you need.<\/p>\n

But perhaps the person I wound most gravely when I refuse to endure boredom is myself. For isn\u2019t there something really sad and broken about someone, about all of us, when we stop seeing things for what they are? Every person I meet is a gift from God, is a son or daughter of the almighty. My boredom is caused by my blindness. As C.S. Lewis reminds us,<\/p>\n

It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which,if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship\u2026 there are no ordinary people. (The Weight of Glory).<\/p>\n

Even boring tasks are frequently a chance to converse with God, and to remind oneself of the raw glory and wonder of mere existence. When I too quickly dismiss boredom with an external panacea, I miss the chance to fight through to the other side, where God renews my sight and becomes my vision.<\/p>\n

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So I turn my attention back to the dinosaur puzzle\u2026 which is coming together, slowly but surely. The apatosaurus is half done now. My daughter\u2019s toddling, repetitious play is just a phase, and the truth is I will sorely miss it when it has passed. My attention is my gift to her, and her reminder of what matters is her gift to me. Simone Weil said that \u201cattention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.\u201d I will give it to as many as I can, and I will try to do so gladly. When it is hard I will merely ask God that, like all sacrifices made out of love, it might bear much fruit.<\/p>\n

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About the Rabble Rouser<\/a>:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Steven-Cottam\"Steven Cottam<\/strong><\/a> serves as youth minister at Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church. He lives in the Church Hill neighborhood of Richmond, Virginia, with his lovely wife, adorable daughter and very strange dog. He is an active member of Common Change<\/a>, a group which seeks to gather and distribute tithe money in a relational and collaborative way. He has been friends with Sister Julia ever since they were students, coworkers, and cooking club members together at Catholic Theological Union in Chicago. His interests and passions include Aikido, gardening, coffee, and becoming a Jedi Master.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I tense up slightly as I see my daughter toddling over to me holding the telltale green and blue box, replete with several cartoon dinosaurs staring up at me. \u201cMe want to do dinosaur puzzle,\u201d she says. \u201cPlease,\u201d I entreat. \u201cNot the dinosaur puzzle. We\u2019ve done the dinosaur puzzle six times today.\u201d I can\u2019t take...","protected":false},"author":3935050,"featured_media":7512,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[698755598,2178641],"tags":[5103,12556,1343,23734,698755374,401,14343,7816,7750912,5309,19129,34941365,13993],"series":[698756626],"class_list":["post-7474","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-christian-family-life","category-prayer-and-spirituality","tag-boredom","tag-boring","tag-children","tag-christian-life","tag-community","tag-faith","tag-family-life","tag-god","tag-mundane-activities","tag-parenting","tag-personal-development","tag-relationship-2","tag-spiritual-growth","series-messy-jesus-business"],"acf":[],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/screen-shot-2017-10-12-at-3-42-47-pm.png","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"stitcher":{"key":"stitcher","url":"","label":"Stitcher","class":"stitcher","icon":"stitcher.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/feed\/podcast\/messy-jesus-business","embedCode":"

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