At the Boston Catholic Men's Conference on Saturday, 1,000 men seated in the Cathedral of the Holy Cross were challenged to "go all in" in the great poker game with Jesus Christ. This challenge applies to you and me, whether we have a huge stack of chips in front of us or just a pair of white ones, like the widow with her mite. English poet John Milton (1608–1674) was completely blind by the age of 44—not as serious a calamity as Beethoven's deafness but certainly a handicap to the author of Paradise Lost. His chips were depleted.
Meditating on his "spent light," Milton came up with the beautiful sonnet known as "On His Blindness." Any time you feel you have little to give, or the wrong thing, you can recall Milton's final line: "They also serve who only stand and wait." At the center of the sonnet stands Patience.
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."