Daily Archives: February 17, 2009

Remembering Michael

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Amy Welborn shares not only her grief but her gratitude for all that is Michael.  Amy writes:

“How can I, even as I acknowledge the crushing, puzzling, confusing loss and my shattered heart  – for even Jesus wept –  how can I say that I love him and that I believe all this stuff we both said we believed is actually true – and not allow some gratitude, albeit limited and struggling gratitude – to creep into my soul, for that thing, which is not a small thing, but a great thing?”

It will be a good day to die when someone who knows me intimately can write:

He prayed the Office almost every day of the last 25 years or so. Prayed the rosary every day for longer. Went to Mass almost every day.

He prayed, and knew intimately all those words I have been praying – or trying to pray – so intensely over the past week.

Thirsting for God. Rescuing from the snares of the enemy. Letting Christ live in me, being consumed, taken over by Christ, the Risen One,  alive in Him. Praying for that. Every day. Asking God for mercy, for forgiveness, for peace. For the total embrace of Love.

You Are My Hiding Place

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The Anchoress reminded me of a verse from the Evening Prayer of the Divine Office for Thursday Week I.

So let every good man pray to You

in the time of need.

The floods of water may reach high

they shall not reach him.

You are my hiding place, O Lord;

you save me from distress.

You surround me with cries of deliverance.   (Psalm 32: 6-7)

When I read the words, “You are my hiding place,” Corrie ten Boom’s story,”The Hiding Place” came to mind.  I was also reading Immaculee Ilibagiza’s book, “Left To Tell, Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust.”  Both Corrie’s story and Immaculee’s book leave vivid images of the faithfulness of God not only in the mind, but in the heart, .  Neither tells the story of the proverbial rose garden that we all want.  Corrie and Immaculee lose the people they love.  Their homelands become unrecognizable.

Corrie introduces us to her sister,  Betsie, who dies in the concentration camp.  What I loved about Betsie was how she made a home in the midst of  the horrific circumstances of the camp; cheery dish towels hung at the window.  Betsie’s actual home was the hiding place she made in the heart of God.  Betsie was prepared to die.

Immaculee’s book describes an actual hiding place, a bathroom that became a haven for her and seven other women for ninety-one days.  It was here they hid, and silently prayed, while hundreds of crazed, “machete-wielding” neighbors sought to butcher them.  Again, God proved to be the real hiding place.

The triumph of  their stories is told by the transformed hearts of these women of faith.  Their books are a witness to God’s faithfulness in times of desperation.

Living in the Womb

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I should be in bed.  It’s too early for this, but if I don’t share it, I won’t be able to get back to bed as I still imagine I will do.  I was listening to a rosary reflection on the Visitation.  Here in essence is what was said:

Our Lady, now expecting,  goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth.  We can be sure that during the journey and the months she was caring for Elizabeth, Mary never forgot the baby growing within her.  Jesus, being fashioned, in the womb of the Blessed Virgin Mary by the Holy Spirit; that’s an image of what happens to us in our life of grace. That intimate fashioning is what my whole life as a christian is to be.

When we are in the state of grace, we have the Holy Trinity living in us.  We, however, can be so caught up in daily life and its demands,  that we don’t think of that at all.  If we did, we’d be aware of the movements of grace within, and so be motivated more by grace than by nature.  Jesus being fashioned by God in the womb of His Mother Mary; to be in touch with this mystery is not to leave Jesus alone, as it were, but to be with Him as Mary was.  The reality of our life of grace is that,  like Jesus, we are very dependent on Mary.  It is our Father’s plan: to be fashioned by God in intimate dependence on Mary into a perfect likeness of Jesus.  This is the essence of our whole life of  in the Spirit.  Our entire life is now wrapped up in loving God.  In Mary,  for the first time, God is adequately loved by a creature.