There was a clarity in his soul about the meaning of things. Everything simply meant the Lord. His eyes opened and the day began, the Lord. His tunic fit neatly over his shoulders and pressed against his skin, the Lord. The bread in his hand nourished his body, the Lord. His lathe steadied long planks of wood, the Lord. A stranger’s face, the Lord, a morsel at lunch, the Lord, slaking his thirst at the well, the Lord, a cut and a bruise, the Lord, dusty sandals, the Lord, a handful of nails, the Lord, speaking and feeling and breathing and being, the Lord. In a culture that celebrates interpretation at the expense of the deeper meaning of things, it’s easy to get stuck in a mode of half-hearted truth-seeking. Let’s instead go all the way to the limit and choose to see the Lord in all that we think, say and do. We shall become so theocentric, that, like Jesus, we will actually start believing – perhaps for the first time – that we are in fact the Lord’s. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
February 15, 2025
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One of my dear friends is on her way to God. How lovely to read, and to realize even a little, how close she is to god right now ! thank you for this meditation!
Amen, a good reminder that we are all always on our way to God in some way! Thank you for this!