Sometimes I invest conversations with more meaning than is probably there. I don't apologize for this wholesale; often in the Scriptures people say more than they know, so why shouldn't it be so for me sometimes?
Consider a conversation from after Mass today. After I had given the standard buen Domingo to her mother, a little girl addressed me directly, in English:
"Do you know what next Sunday is?"
"The thirty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time?" I responded.
"No," she said, correcting me. "Next Sunday is happy Halloween!" As she said the 'happy' she spun around with a gleeful flourish.
"Oh," I said. "And what are you going to be for Halloween."
"I'm going to be a pretty princess!" she announced. "What are you going to be?"
"I don't know yet," I confessed.
"You better figure it out!" I was instructed. "It's next Sunday!"
Indeed. Who knows how much time any of us has left on this earth? I've probably used up more than half of my time already, and without having made hardly a beginning of a spiritual life. Receiving the grace of surrendering to the person God wants us to be in this life is a task of some urgency, and it gets more urgent with every moment that goes by.