By Sr Nun Other
Occasionally, I watch a TV cooking show on which a chef announces he prepared a deconstructed something or other. Let’s say Eggs Benedict. Or better yet, Black Forest Cake. In deconstruction, each ingredient is prepared separately, transforming presentation, texture and temperature. When served, the food is physically unlike the original, but with all flavors preserved and creatively intensified.
The word deconstructed caught my attention and I thought of it in relationship to time. I make wonderful plans, really great ones, based on common sense. (Mine of course) Frequently, such plans are “deconstructed” by circumstance. The productive sequence of events I envision are abruptly interrupted by e-mail, phone call, or unexpected visitor. And I deconstruct right along with my plans. Anger flares, fear dictates, and trust takes a leave of absence. I suspect, however, that it’s the unexpected parts of a day that enhance, refresh, and re-design my life. God’s hand reaches down and deconstructs, rescuing me from self-scheduled boredom.