At the end of a Martha Day I can sit down and take the better part before I go to bed. Appropriately enough, it is St Martha’s feast today, so my harvesting and cooking activity fits the bill nicely. I don’t suppose, though, that St Matthew was pointing to a ticking clock to remind Martha to get her tax return in on time. But then Martha would have been well organised, her parchments all in good order…
Martha made Mary’s precious hour with the Lord possible, and practical people make so much possible for the rest of us. Don’t take them for granted: it was Martha who said, ‘If you had been here my brother would not have died’, and who professed her belief in the resurrection on the last day and in the here and now. A practical faith, a faith lived in practice, not theoretical but surely reflective.
So no regrets for a day of harvesting, cooking, and washing up; no regrets for time spent on a tax return, especially when it led to a refund. Martha clearly had time for a good deal of reflection while she worked, and at the end of today, I find that yes, so did I!