tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23292200419167002352024-03-12T21:38:51.464-04:00An Undercover Office MissionaryMathematician by day, For Christ all the timeAgent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-66941372429372053102012-03-08T22:41:00.005-05:002012-03-08T22:51:03.751-05:00Poems of Work and Rest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WbMP-lckC5AvD5IA08NjkcWfHVLt1wJXS0RVVBuH1NOzeg5REW8zCtgiVExw1VgLqNRY6EL0hni8d-1ze5NMDbpo3CtO9fWlEAG3n1DEZqIudbhZ2JeAe9Xh17Pb37pkQSHJkxri8lnf/s1600/A+Timbered+Choir.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WbMP-lckC5AvD5IA08NjkcWfHVLt1wJXS0RVVBuH1NOzeg5REW8zCtgiVExw1VgLqNRY6EL0hni8d-1ze5NMDbpo3CtO9fWlEAG3n1DEZqIudbhZ2JeAe9Xh17Pb37pkQSHJkxri8lnf/s1600/A+Timbered+Choir.jpg" border="0" /></a><div>This is an excerpt from <u>A Timbered Choir</u> (Wendell Berry, Poem VII 1979):</div><br /><blockquote>It is a hard return from Sabbath rest<br />To lifework of the fields, yet we rejoice,<br />Returning, less condemned in being blessed.<br /><br />By vision of what human work can make:<br />A harmony between forest and field,<br />The world as it was given for love's sake,<br />The world by love and loving work revealed<br /><br />As given to our children and our Maker....</blockquote><div>I am thinking about how work and rest are intertwined. If I do a good job at work during the week, how will it affect my "Sabbath"? If I rest well, how will it affect how I work? </div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-71187429398256490022011-12-07T21:46:00.005-05:002011-12-07T21:53:58.219-05:00St. Nicholas, Pray for Us!<div align="justify">Someone (and it was't me) left three bags of chocolate coins in our group's printer room yesterday (06Dec11), the very same day as St. Nicholas' feast day. </div><br /><div align="justify">To me, it seems very unlikely that this gesture was not a salute to the traditional story of St. Nick's fourth-century gift of three bags of gold coins to the father who otherwise would have had to sell his daughters into slavery.</div><br /><div align="justify">Fittingly, the chocolates were left anonymously, just as St. Nicholas had done.</div><br /><div align="justify">If I had been the one to bring the chocolates, it would have inconsistent with the story for me to explain it to others. But since I hadn't been the one to offer the salute, I was able to explain the chocolates' significance to two colleagues.</div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-65621089212400517422011-11-30T21:37:00.005-05:002011-11-30T21:47:38.048-05:00In the Face of Flak<div align="justify">My colleague "Jamie" has recently been challenging and subtly belittling me in a variety of areas (my computer programming technique, my data collection methods, my grammar, etc.). There is a great temptation for me to be spiteful towards him. But I instead resolve<br /><br />(1) I will stand up for myself when it is necessary for the good of the project or to defend my good name. But otherwise, I will accept criticism quietly.<br /><br />(2) I will be grateful for others' encouragement when they observe Jamie's tactics. But I will not complain about him in their presence.<br /><br />(3) I will try to keep a light-hearted attitude as I interact with Jamie and other colleagues. But I will not fight scathing or cynical sarcasm with sarcasm of my own.<br /><br />May all those saints who grew through patience with those around them please pray for us!</div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-29896002662563321312011-11-25T15:19:00.005-05:002011-11-25T15:33:55.885-05:00Goals for the Day<div align="justify">"Goal: Save one person from a missile every day." I saw this written across the top of one of my old notebooks this week.<br /><br />When I first started my job, I worked on a project that was related to missile defense. Of course, I didn't have any direct involvement with any of the systems. But I liked to pretend that I did, as though I really could "save" an individual from a missile, in order to make my contribution seem more tangible. It sounded heroic, dramatic, important, and it was broken down into a single day's effort.<br /><br />A few years later, I switched positions, and now I might write, "Goal: Prevent one person from contracting dengue fever every day," or "Goal: Keep one plane crash from happening every day." Again, I could herein have a tangible and dramatic "aim."<br /><br />However, I have come to think that a goal with a different tilt might be even better. While I think that the outcome of my work is meaningful and important, the way in which I do my work might also be very important. I want to do a good job technically, but also to do a good job at charity.<br /><br />Along these lines, I might write in a notebook these days, "Goal: To share the love of Christ with at least one person every day," or "Goal: To be distinctly joyful to at least one person every day." Within a single day's effort, may I pursue this goal as best as I can.</div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-55242639750827849952011-11-18T23:08:00.003-05:002011-11-18T23:16:52.476-05:00An Office of Prayer<div align="justify">At Mass this morning, Fr. Jose Raul asked everyone to remember that a church is a "place of prayer." This inspired me to think of my office as a place of prayer as well.<br /><br />Of course, an office is not the same as a church. But I think that it has the potential to be a more prayerful place for me. Here are some initial ideas:<br /><br />(1) I don't need to check my personal email account any more than once or twice during the day. Very seldomly do others need to contact me that suddenly. Ultimately, checking for email may be a way that I seek a connection with others. During these times, perhaps I can seek a deeper connection with God.<br /><br />(2) I don't need to check the news as often as I do. Some days, I might not need to check it at all. On my way home, I can hear it on the radio. At home, I can read the newspaper. Rather than seeking the moment-to-moment sensation of world events, perhaps I can seek the ignition of the Holy Spirit.<br /><br />(3) I don't need to eat at work when I'm not hungry. Sometimes, I do this as a way to mentally take a break. If anything, at these times, perhaps I can seek to be fed by the grace of Christ.</div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-67306288433070019832011-11-15T23:06:00.006-05:002011-11-15T23:16:30.810-05:00Imitation Aim: Patience With OthersA meeting ended this morning and this conversation took place: <blockquote>* "Joey" [to me]: You can ask either me or "Chuck" about X since it seems like we're on the same page.<br />* Joey [to Chuck, facetiously]: Hey, are you getting tired of that yet? I mean, are you getting tired of us being on the same page? We're usually not.<br />* Chuck: Oh, oh no, I think that it's great.</blockquote> <div align="justify">Chuck and I have been working a lot together. Joey is overseeing our work. Often, Joey seems to come up with his own ideas and disregard our ideas. Joey generally has sound ideas. But sometimes it is difficult to swallow his eagerness to switch the approach.<br /><br />If Joey had asked me those questions instead of Chuck, I probably would have glared at Joey and said something like a smart-aleck.<br /><br />I admire Chuck's patience with Joey, particularly since I know that Chuck has suggested that he is often leery of Joey's ways as well.</div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-26774681558135422292011-11-10T19:13:00.006-05:002011-11-10T19:28:45.133-05:00Repugnant Means, Meritorious AcceptanceThe other day, I came across another idea from Fr. de Caussade which seemed like a match for my time in the office ("Abandonment to Divine Providence" 48):<blockquote>[The Lord's] love wishes to unite itself with us ... That is his supreme purpose, and to accomplish it he uses ... the most unpleasant and most delightful of happenings ... The more naturally repugnant to us the chosen means, the more meritorious is our acceptance of them. So every moment of our lives can be a kind of communion with his love.</blockquote> "Repugnant" is the word that jumped out at me. In long meetings, on uneventful afternoons, with assignments which change repeatedly, would such description ever fit how I regard them? (It's likely.) <br /><br />Once again, I resolve to face such moments with perseverence ("meritoriously"). After all, they may be my means of growing in love for the Lord.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-35133568669469558332011-11-09T22:19:00.004-05:002011-11-09T22:32:25.906-05:00A Surprising Question<div align="justify">"Are you a religious man?" I was asked by "Carl" this afternoon.<br /><br />(1) "What?" I first thought to myself and, "Oh no!" Were all of my efforts to be a man of faith in the workplace that muted? As an undercover missionary, was I placing too much emphasis on the "undercover" and not enough on the "missionary"? If Carl hadn't been in doubt about whether religion was important to me, why would he have asked?<br /><br />(2) But then I also thought perhaps his question signaled the opposite. Perhaps in asking if I was religious he was indicating that he had observed enough in me to suggest that I am religious. Perhaps I act in such a way that I made it comfortable for him to ask such a question. Perhaps his question suggested that I am being an undercover missionary just the right amount.<br /><br />Carl's question arose a question that is still unsettled for me. What is the "right amount" of missionary to be in the office? How obvious should it be that I am a man of faith, a man who loves Christ?<br /><br />Note: When Carl asked his question, I had been telling him about my audio book about the philosophy of science, and he wanted to tell me about a book that he had read that asserted that there was no inconsistency between science and the Bible. Presumably, it also contained some philosophy about science.</div>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-10388057265558122272011-11-08T12:26:00.007-05:002011-11-08T12:58:06.805-05:00St. Mary of the Mills, Pray for Us!This morning, I awoke earlier than expected, and was able to go to 6:30 AM Mass at St. Mary of the Mills Parish on the way to my office.<br /><br />There are many good aspects about this parish, such as their Tuesday Adoration hours, at which I can stop on my way home from the office. But my favorite of them all is their patroness.<br /><br />I do not know if "St. Mary of the Mills" is an actual title for the Blessed Mother. An Internet search on this term exclusively yielded pages from the parish website. More likely, the parish name is intended to be "St. Mary" and when it was founded it just happened to be near the mills. (<a href="http://www.stmarys.laurel.md.us/index.php?p=history">This website</a> gives an interesting recap of the parish's history and includes the picture below.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stmarys.laurel.md.us/images/original.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.stmarys.laurel.md.us/images/original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Nevertheless, I like to think of the name as part of a special devotion to Our Lady and it will remain "St. Mary of the Mills" all as one for me.<br /><br />While I do not work in a paper mill or steel mill, <a href="http://undercovermissionary.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-of-balance.html">I still like</a> to consider my office job in the context of such physical labor. My desk and computer are my "mill" where I put forth my intellectual "sweat."<br /><br />May Our Lady pray for me and my colleagues as we go about this work.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-90026818780706402692011-11-06T18:06:00.006-05:002011-11-06T18:24:03.923-05:00The Parable of the EngineersThough I studied mathematics and I call myself a "mathematician," a lot of my job is effectively engineering. When I heard this morning's Gospel (Mt 25:1-13), I thought about engineers: <blockquote>Then the kingdom of heaven shall be compared to ten maidens who took their lamps and went to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish, and five were wise. For when the foolish took their lamps, they took no oil with them; but the wise took flasks of oil with their lamps. As the bridegroom was delayed, they all slumbered and slept. But at midnight there was a cry, `Behold, the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.' Then all those maidens rose and trimmed their lamps.... </blockquote> In the following six verses, the Gospel finishes with the foolish maidens trying to obtain their oil, not being able to obtain any, and ultimately missing the bridegroom. At the same time, the wise maidens went with the bridegroom into the marriage feast.<br /><br />As I listened to this Gospel, I thought about how the wise maidens' attentiveness and preparation had been very important. Because they prepared, they were able to meet the bridegroom (a parable for being with Christ in Heaven, I think).<br /><br />On some level, just about all of engineering involves preparation: thinking about how a process should be designed, how interruptions should be handled, how a certain tool might be used and could be made more useful. Intrinsically, engineers must plan ahead.<br /><br />Faith, on the other hand, can often seem to run contrary to planning. It is not that a faithful person must not or should not plan. However, having faith in the Lord often requires willingness to put aside one's plans.<br /><br />Consequently, it seems to me that preparation is often looked down upon through the lens of faith - again, not as a necessity, but in practice.<br /><br />Therefore, when I heard this Gospel, I was happy to make the connection between preparation in Heaven. Of course, "planning" for Heaven and planning an engineering process may often be fairly different. But I like having the parable as a context within which I think about my planning at work.<br /><br />Can my engineering planning help me to become better at planning ahead for Heaven?Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-45927410487009777542011-11-05T23:47:00.005-04:002011-11-06T00:03:26.980-04:00That To Which Trust LeadsWhen "Maury" gets excited, he uses all sorts of language and sadly he sometimes uses the Lord's name in vain.<br /><br />I feel like I don't know him well enough to yet confront him, but I would like to let him know that it makes me feel badly.<br /><br />In the meantime, I continue to try to do a good job at the work that he assigns me and to generally build trust between us. Maury is someone with whom I'll be working closely for at least several more months.<br /><br />Eventually, I hope that we can get to a point where the conversation naturally leads to the Lord's name. Here's how it might go: <blockquote>* Me: Hey Maury, how about that Steelers-Ravens game?<br /># Maury: Oh come on, don't start that again!<br />* Me: OK, OK, I'm just kidding. But there is something that I wanted to mention.<br /># Maury: Oh yeah, what's that?<br />* Me: The name of the Lord is something that is really important to me. And sometimes, when you get real excited when we're talking about the system, you use the Lord's name almost like you would a curse word. I'm guessing that it's something that you probably don't even think about. But it does throw me off and does make me feel badly....</blockquote>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-37236231198450969622011-11-04T09:40:00.003-04:002011-11-04T10:03:06.869-04:00Another ChanceI've spent all morning in a hurry. I've been a few minutes late to everything that I've tried to do. I've groaned at long red lights. I've sighed heavily when the school bus in front of me put on their blinkers. I've allowed myself to become totally distracted.<br /><br />But now I am at work, and I have another chance.<br /><br />I have another chance to undertake the tasks in front of me, one at a time; another chance to be patient; another chance to look beyond myself and see how I could relate to others; another chance to relax, and to rest in the present moment; another chance to move forward, in the Lord's peace.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-47766197105325211702011-11-01T21:14:00.002-04:002011-11-01T21:23:18.392-04:00Conversations (part I)Every once in a while, I'll eat lunch with colleagues. Since a few of us spent all day at an off-site meeting, today was one of those days.<br /><br />Sometimes, my colleagues say things that are interesting. Other times, they say things that are inspiring. Sometimes, though, they say things that are downright appalling.<br /><br />E.g., from today, the conversation included descriptions of live-in boyfriends, the positive sides of divorce, and jokes about pornography.<br /><br />If I knew my colleagues better, I would be more confident that speaking up clearly, offering an alternative viewpoint, would be the right thing to do.<br /><br />But for almost all of them, I don't know them very well. At best, I am still early in a "building a relationship" stage.<br /><br />Also, I don't usually have too many chances to talk individually with any of them.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-79776094057384022522011-10-26T09:54:00.003-04:002011-10-26T10:34:41.399-04:00The Art of BalanceHere are the top 3 reasons that I have printed a half-dozen paintings and taped them to the office wall facing my desk. Each print is between two and five inches in each dimension.<br /><br />(1) My sister Gina is a trained artist and I've received from her a refined appreciation for artwork.<br /><br />(2) In most of my work, "good" is defined objectively and precisely, e.g., by exceeding a numerical threshold or satisfying a set of criteria. I think that the art on my wall is also "good," albeit in a totally different way, and I think that this balance is important.<br /><br />(3) I've chosen a few paintings, like "A Farmer's Garden in Simsbury" (Thomas Worthington Whittredge, 1875), which express work in a way that balances my work in a different way. During the day, I don't till the soil or pick out weeds. But I like to recall the connection between such physical toil and my own intellectual toil.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbkWwYE-nv_5t8X7gydZjBAslcN_AXyE5w4VwPoVr9NyEVOhdzUS1bWrbbdYvR0gFavRNsHgCzFuGYl68Un9CaF63HNc1NdKhgnuu8rLhlziiaW2SdG5-7b_EDdqodicXAPnk58TEsXc/s1600/Whittredge.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbkWwYE-nv_5t8X7gydZjBAslcN_AXyE5w4VwPoVr9NyEVOhdzUS1bWrbbdYvR0gFavRNsHgCzFuGYl68Un9CaF63HNc1NdKhgnuu8rLhlziiaW2SdG5-7b_EDdqodicXAPnk58TEsXc/s200/Whittredge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667809110905979378" border="0" /></a>Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-89413494541854946882011-10-21T15:22:00.003-04:002011-10-21T15:24:33.317-04:00Pro-Life ColleaguesOf the forty members of my group (including me),<br /><br />* 3 have children in-utero<br />* 5 more have had children born within the last year<br />* 4 others have had children born within the last two years<br /><br />This means that thirty percent of the group has a child younger than two years old.<br /><br />Hooray for the youngsters! Hooray for their parents!<br /><br />I know that my parents sometimes received flak for having five children. I will do my best to support my colleagues who are having children (while waiting for my own turn).Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-68639356795825221642011-10-19T11:08:00.005-04:002011-10-19T11:18:49.598-04:00Adding a Song to the MessageSeemingly, part of building relationships with one's office colleagues is "sharing a part" of oneself with them.<br /><br />On my personal telephone, I have a singing voice mail message, which changes according to the time of the year or my own personal interests at the time.<br /><br />E.g., my current voice mail message on my personal telephone is set to the tune of "Johnny Appleseed":<blockquote>The Lord is good to me,<br />And so I thank the Lord<br />For giving me<br />The things I need,<br />The sun and the rain, and an<br />Answering machine!<br />The Lord is good to me.</blockquote> Many people who call seem to like these singing messages.<br /><br />What if I had a singing message for my work phone? Over the years, I've developed plenty of answering machine jingles with content that would be completely "office-appropriate." E.g., to the tune of the Chili's baby back ribs commercial: <blockquote> If you leave a message, I will<br />Call you back, call you back, call you back.<br />Please leave a message<br />And I'll call you back.</blockquote> Some could argue that this would be completely unprofessional. But I think that it would bring a smile to my colleagues.<br /><br />Note: You may recall that my current office voice mail message already gotten positive reviews. C.f., my 06May11 post. How much more would be gained by adding a song?Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-14616363670367223992011-10-18T18:08:00.003-04:002011-10-18T18:14:14.387-04:00Hallway EncouragementI have known that my colleague "Agnes" was Catholic. But we'd rarely discussed our faith.<br /><br />Today, though, out of the blue, she sent me a message with the subject "Fw: Marriage in Maryland Needs Your Support Now."<br /><br />Preceding a detailed request from the Maryland Catholic Conference, she included a brief note:<br /><blockquote>Phil, Not sure if you if support this point of view but if you do make your voice heard. Agnes</blockquote>I think that it is very good to be able to share perspectives on this kind of issue with colleagues, and to be able to support each other even at work.<br /><br />Therefore, I was very pleased to receive Agnes' message.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-72606797766881632982011-10-17T08:59:00.003-04:002011-10-17T13:24:05.639-04:00An Extra OunceI had a pretty disappointing weekend, during which some exchanges didn't work out at all as I had wanted, and right now I am feeling fairly glum. I didn't sleep well last night and I'm physically and emotionally weary. While my work provides some welcome distraction, in an office by myself is one of the last places where I want to be.<br /><br />There is a temptation for me to allow this restlessness to trickle into my interactions with my colleagues. Or, even if I am able to maintain a professional level of courtesy and attention, I feel like I'm on a steep slope of not bothering to seek to treat them with the love of Christ.<br /><br />On the other hand, however, I suppose that it is possible that my sufferings could actually enhance my efforts to treat them with Christ's love. In a sense, my sufferings could be an "extra ounce" to add to specific efforts to show them respect, genuineness, and concern.<br /><br />Amidst my tough times, I have decided that I am offering my sufferings to the Lord's "discretionary fund," to be used for the benefit of whoever He wishes - and I suspect that it is possible that some of my colleagues could be among the recipients.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-69357059606265633282011-10-15T10:11:00.004-04:002011-10-15T10:23:09.028-04:00Being "The Guy Who ..."Yesterday morning, I went through the wringer as I gave a dry run of a presentation to my colleagues. They were picky as could be - They didn't like the size of the plots, the style of the font, the order of the slides.<br /><br />Their critique ultimately will help me to prepare for the external presentation that I am scheduled to give next month. But it is nevertheless somewhat overwhelming.<br /><br />About halfway through the ninety minutes of scrutiny, I felt about ready to call it quits. "OK folks, I get the point, I need to completely start it over, Can we just skip the last ten slides? I'm ready to go check my email and eat lunch." At least temporarily, I wanted to forget that this presentation existed at all.<br /><br />But then I took a deep breath. Trying to be an undercover missionary makes these situations a little different.<br /><br />It is bad enough to possibly be "the guy who has a prayer card on his office wall, but is incompetent at presentations." But now I was also on the verge of being "the guy who has a prayer card on his office wall, is incompetent at presentations, and also gives up in the face of criticism."<br /><br />Instead, I would rather be "the guy who has the prayer card on his office wall, might not be perfect at first, but works hard to do his best." So I did my best to attentively field their suggestions.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-49830949534404190582011-10-13T22:35:00.008-04:002011-10-13T22:45:04.891-04:00Commonplace PraiseMonths ago, my sister Gina gave me a book called "Abandonment to Divine Providence" and insisted that I should read it. I started to read it, but only made it few a few dozen pages.<br /><br />This evening, I restarted reading that book. In the very first reflection, Fr. Jean-Pierre de Caussade includes a comment on the Blessed Mother that caught my attention:<br /><blockquote>No matter what her jobs were - ordinary, commonplace, or seemingly more important ones - they revealed to her, sometimes quite clearly, sometimes obscurely, the activity of the Almighty and were an opportunity for her to praise God.</blockquote>Tomorrow at work, when it seems as though my jobs are ordinary or commonplace, I will try to be attentive anew to the activity of the Almighty and to allow those jobs to bring praise to Him.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-54681412838783571712011-09-08T16:57:00.002-04:002011-09-08T17:01:10.103-04:00Happy Birthday Mary!As it has for the last three days, it was pouring rain this morning, so I scurried quickly beneath the overhang.<br /><br />I hopped over a few puddles, then went into the Dunkin' Donuts in the shopping center next to my office, and I bought a box of 25 munchkins.<br /><br />Just before 9 AM, I arrived at my office and put the donuts in the room where everyone goes to pick up the papers that they've printed. Everyone knows that food left here has been offered to everyone.<br /><br />By 11 AM, the donuts were gone.<br /><br />Happy <a href="http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1132">birthday</a> Blessed Mother!Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-37588983085981302862011-09-05T23:24:00.004-04:002011-09-05T23:38:16.360-04:00Labor Day!Some may point out that one of the main points of weekday work is to point to the leisure of Sunday, the day of the Resurrection. We work during the week in order to better celebrate Sunday.<br /><br />Therein, a <a href="http://www.dol.gov/opa/aboutdol/laborday.htm">day to commemorate labor and its productivity</a> may be too much, may misplace the spotlight, and may miss the point.<br /><br />But I think that celebrating Labor Day actually is quite in line and has a very good point. By not going to work today - instead, I'm at home with my family in Pennsylvania - I indeed hoped to point towards the intrinsic value of my weekday labor, which is importantly linked and points to Sunday.<br /><br />Indirectly but also uniquely, Labor Day has pointed me to Sunday and therein has helped to point me to the full importance of my work.Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-28259138956473614152011-09-04T21:31:00.005-04:002011-09-04T21:42:21.683-04:00Hosting a meeting, with a servant's heartWhen several collaborators from Peru came to our laboratory this week to find out more about what we were doing with their data, some folks on our project seemed a little irritated to have to devote so much time to the meetings. But "Bill" took it in stride.
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<br />As the meetings began, Bill made sure to ask our visitors, "We are very grateful that you have come so far and we want to make sure that your visit is as worthwhile as possible. What do you hope to take away from these meetings?" Attentively and deliberately, he was giving them control. He was positioning us as "servants" to their needs.
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<br />Earlier, the question had arose about what we should do at lunchtime. Should we all pay for ourselves? Should we try to charge the lunch to our project budget? Bill was emphatic. "They are our guests. We will treat them." Ultimately, he treated all of us from his own money. Again, his actions bespoke a servanthood towards our collaborators.
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<br />On a technical level, the meetings were very helpful. But perhaps the most important things that I learned were from Bill's example. If I am ever in his position, towards the front a meeting with international visitors, I will try to follow his example.
<br />Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-26815407011998133722011-08-15T18:04:00.003-04:002011-08-15T18:16:38.644-04:00Sharing well what I knowIn a <a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20090629_caritas-in-veritate_en.html">2009 encyclical on love and truth</a>, Pope Benedict XVI wrote
<br /><blockquote>Knowing is not simply a material act, since the object that is known always conceals something beyond the empirical datum. All our knowledge, even the most simple, is always a minor miracle, since it can never be fully explained by the material instruments that we apply to it. In every truth there is something more than we would have expected, in the love that we receive there is always an element that surprises us. We should never cease to marvel at these things (Caritas in Veritate, #77).</blockquote>I have the opportunity to learn a lot of things and gain a lot of knowledge during my work. What lies beyond my empirical data? In what ways to I acknowledge the "minor miracles" of my knowledge? In what ways do I "marvel" at the things that I learn in my job?
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<br />To do my job well, I must share much of what I know, openly and effectively. But, beyond this responsibility, how do I share a sense of wonder with my colleagues? How can I do it in humility?
<br />Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329220041916700235.post-8850271183711149352011-08-11T17:07:00.003-04:002011-08-11T17:19:28.767-04:00My birthday!Today is my 28th birthday, and I took the day off from work, as an act of celebration.
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<br />Claire and I went to Mass this morning, then on a hike along the Potomac River in Virginia. On the way home, we had burgers at Fuddruckers on H Street and made a quick trip to the Portrait Gallery. Tonight, I will return to Chinatown for a Holy Hour of Adoration for young adults ("Christ in the City"). In a few minutes, I might go for a jog. I have also been writing postcards and listening to bluegrass music. Today is a festival of all of the things that I enjoy and are important to me!
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<br />It is not as though I have a surplus of free time right now in my job. I might go into the office on Saturday to keep pace on a few projects.
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<br />But the Lord has showered me with many blessings and I would like to do a good job acknowledging them. Being able to work is one of those blessings, and in some indirect but definitive way, not going to work today is a way for me to acknowledge it.
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<br />"Thank You, Lord, for the gift of my life, the gift of another year past (and the hope of another year to come), and the gift of a birthday."
<br />Agent PKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01683508350570621453noreply@blogger.com0