Why do you get up in the morning?
In The Fabric of Faithfulness Steven Garber leads into this question with an excerpt out of a letter he received from a former student. The weight of her letter, writes Garber, comes in this paragraph:
I do not hate my job. Our caseloads are low here, I enjoy the staff, and the pay and benefits are generous. I just don't find the work rewarding. I have seen and heard so much in the families I work with and "help," and the problems seem so mammoth. I do appreciate the relationships I've built with some of my clients, but I am so overwhelmed. I realize that one reason I'm so unhappy is that I miss the mental stimulation and intellectual discussion of college and my hospice internship. Steve, if I remained mentally alert and absorbed in all that I deal with, I couldn't get up in the morning!
Why do you get up in the morning?
The question is weightier than it at first appears to be. It is not just about the choice faced by a university student between staying in bed another hour or going to the library to work. It is a question all of us face every morning, especially when our habitual routines run threadbare. A little later in the book Garber writes that
Many students, perhaps most, emerge from their university experience ready to take on the world; the idealism of youth, we call it. But then somewhere along the way the reality of life in the fast lane of adult responsibility hits -- sometimes like a ton of bricks, sometimes like acid rain. In a thousand ways they see how hard it is to be faithful to family, at work, in politics. Day in and day out the experience disappointments in every part of life -- every part of life -- and see how hard it is to be hopeful (and therefore responsible) actors in human history as they try to be neighbors to those next door and to those around the world.
Why do you get up in the morning?
At heart that more playful question, says Garber, is rooted in more substantive ones: Which commitments will give shape to my life? Is my life about something that matters? What do I really care about?
So ... why do I get up in the morning?
Superficially, I get up to read. Books are my drugs and I need another shot.
Scratching through the skin of this question: I wake up to see the smiles of my children; I wake up to talk with my wife; I wake up because justice cries out to be done; I wake up because -- maybe, just maybe -- today will be a thief of a day ...

