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At His Feet, In the Kitchen
~ Conor E. Donelly
Saint Maron's Parish + Philadelphia, Pa.
As I reflect on today’s Gospel, I can’t help but think of my childhood home and two remarkable women who filled it with faith and love: my mother and my aunt. My mother loved to talk and to listen. She had the gift of presence. Like Mary in the Gospel, she could sit with you, really hear you, ask questions that made you think, and offer laughter or encouragement at just the right moment. Her way of loving was quiet but deeply attentive.
My aunt, on the other hand, was all Martha. If you visited, the kettle was already on. Something was coming out of the oven. Tea, toast, and homemade sweets seemed to appear before you’d even sat down. Her hands never stopped moving. Hospitality was her offering – generous, thoughtful, and done without any need for recognition.
As I write this, my aunt turns 80. I’ve been thinking a lot about how both she and my mother shaped my understanding of what it means to live a life of faith. One was always ready to sit and listen; the other was always moving, always making sure people were fed and cared for. They had very different styles, but expressed love in powerful, generous ways. Looking back, I realize how much I learned from simply watching them. How attention and service, presence and hospitality, each reveal something about how God loves us. And maybe the deeper lesson isn’t choosing one way or the other, but learning how to hold both together. To be active, yes, but not so busy that we miss what’s most important.
That’s where the better part is found. And it will not be taken from us.
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