It has always surprised and impressed me when you see various people with an entourage. As though their importance required several people to coordinate their lives or perhaps record their comings and goings. Of course there are those families that provide their own entourage, like the Kennedy’s or the Bush family. Films of them traveling, playing football on the yard, boating in some sun splashed sea were recorded for posterity. Then there are the athletes or rock stars who have sycaphants that just want to bask in the glory of the stardom or drink the Courvoisier with the other hanger’s on.
It’s amazing how alone I feel at times. I carry the weight and worry of hundreds of families around with me with no recording secretary or well groomed assistant with a bow tie, no chauffeur to whisk me from appointment to appointment. The phone might ring 24/7/365 and it’s almost always personal because their is a persnonal reason they call. It’s hard for my own family to understand at times what the weight feels like. They have their lives and their callings. So it often feels very alone.
My morning prayers are always a quiet time of reverence and reflection as I come to God. I mostly listen. It’s perhaps my favorite time of the day. This morning someone texted me and told me that they were praying for me – thank you. It meant a lot to hear that. It was just before I sat down to read the word as it always speaks that living dynamic Word to me – I try so hard to listen attentively. Then I wait as each passage opens like a gift box to reveal a treasure. Not alone. There is an entourage of Holy Spirit, saints, martyrs, prophets, priests, and apostles. Then toss in a few tax collectors, harlots, and sinners – and my morning entourage is complete. Thank God for that time – I really don’t think I could do it without them.