Sunday, June 5, 2011
A Great Task Awaits Us
To sense God near, to mediate, to pray, to gather our thoughts so as to reflect on them more deeply, that is to live the inner life, and this interior life is the greatest joy. Such inspiring thoughts and ardent desires and and generous resolutions, however, should be translated into action, for we are in the midst of life and a great task awaits us. This is the time for painful effort. We must tear ourselves apart, give up thought for reality, face action, know that we will either not be understood at all or completely misunderstood, and that we will perhaps suffer at human hands for having willed the good of humanity. We must already have drawn from God an incomparable strength, and armed our hearts with patience and love, in order to undertake day by day and hour by hour that work that belongs to all Christians: the moral and material salvation of our brothers and sisters.
The task that the world at present offers us, the moral renewal, the transformation and education of souls, is so immense that it may well confound us. What can be dine in the face of evil and indifference by someone as obscure as I? Nothing of myself, no doubt, but all through and with God. I believe that no humble, unknown act or thought, seen by God alone, is lost, and that all, in fact, contribute to the good of others. I believe according to the saying...that "when we do good we know not how much good we do." What we have to do is to work on ourselves, to accomplish our own inner transformation, to fulfill our obligations and do all the good that we can ,each day and each hour. Above all, we must ask God to fill us with an intense charity. Charity is the love of God that renews and transforms us and our lives, and becomes the hidden source of our actions, our love of all creatures, our powerful and vital love of souls, our love of all who suffer and grieve. Such love can save the world. Why complain hen we can act? Why hate, since hate destroys, when that divine love enlivens and transforms our hearts? ~ Elizabeth Leseur
Posted by The Hermit at 5:16 PM