What purpose do you serve today? I do not ask you what is your great purpose in life, I ask what purpose do you serve today? If today were the only day you had left, what would you write across the screen of it?

Another way to phrase My question is to say: What is it that you are going to give today? The question is definitely not: What will you receive today?

If today were the only day you had, would you care so much about what rewards come your way? Would you be thinking at all about what to amass? I think your thought would be: “How can I best serve this day? How will I spend it? What would be important to me and someone else? What will I say that I have not yet said, that I have perhaps been waiting for a good time?”

Today you find you have waited long enough.

Today you beseech to do the most you can do. You would not idle away this day. I don’t think you would pout nor complain about a single thing. Even in pain, you would seek to leave more than a remembrance of you in pain. You would seek to leave a smile, a promise, a word, a gesture, a hope…

If you were unable to speak, you would at least leave a good thought.

If you were the most wronged person in the world, you would abandon your wrongs and leave one rightness like a flower crushed in your hand. You would open your hand so that even one rightness would be your last testament. You would leave a message of love.

If you had only one hour left in the immediate world, what would you do with it? Where would you hasten to? From where would you have come? Whom would you be with, and what would you say? Or would you say nothing? Would you nod your head and listen instead?

Would you perhaps just walk down the street filled with strangers and nod to each one and bless them silently and fully from your heart. Might you say to yourself: “I have only an hour left to do God’s Will. I am not sure what God’s Will for me is, but I am sure He will be glad for me to strew this emerging love I have for the world. I strew it, not wantonly, but everywhere. That is the least I can do. I strew pieces of God’s love. It is God’s love I leave in my wake.”

And then if you had a reprieve, and were given another hour, what would you do? What would you not do? You would not be angry with anyone. You would know you don’t have the time to waste on such frivolity as anger. Perhaps you would change your whole slant on life. Perhaps you would turn over a new leaf. Perhaps you would embrace all the leafs on the tree.

Given the situation of not knowing which moment on Earth is your last, I know you would leave a leaflet of love. Truly, beloveds, no one knows the hour when their body leaves the Earth. Meanwhile, do a dance to life. Sing songs. Look at the sun.

In truth, love is unlimited and it does not end with the body’s demise. Yet, while in this frail Human body, while in the theatre of life on Earth, and on its stage, why not give your greatest performance?

You have it in you, beloveds. And now it comes out of you.

Today you make your appearance on Earth like a troubadour. I hear you singing now.