We have been told again and again that
the Infinite God wishes to inhabit our lives and dwell in our hearts.
He became Man, being born as a little helpless babe, that He might
come to know us in a deeply personal manner. Then He gave us His
very flesh to eat under the form of bread that we might take Him into
ourselves and be subsumed into Him. As if this were not enough, He
seeks constantly to speak through us—to make of us His instruments
that we may bring His love to others.
Sometimes we have the benefit of
catching a glimpse of how He works. We may see how reaching out to
those struggling breathes hope back into their eyes or we may find
that He gives us the words to speak directly to another's heart.
However it happens, I always find
myself awed by this happening. So well aware of my flaws and
sinfulness, I can hardly believe that my Lord deigns to work through
me.
There is a deep spiritual joy in that
experience: a well of life that springs up in a shower of grace,
cascading over the soul as it confirms the truth that we are children
of God, that we are made great by communion with Him. For He has called us His friends rather than the slaves we
deserve to be for our sinfulness.
When I see my Lord speaking to
others through my words, written or spoken, I feel incredibly
humbled. Not only do I feel as if I am the humble servant of the
Holy Spirit, but I also feel
fully alive, as if I am becoming who I am meant to be, as if I am
most deeply who I am.
“The glory of God is man fully alive.” ~Saint Irenaeus
The experience of being fully alive makes me want to give myself wholly in that
way, to sacrifice my pride and selfish will for the glory of God and
the good of others. For there I taste freedom, which my heart
desires above all else.
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