Friday, January 7, 2011
I came out of church and began the drive to the coffee shop this morning. In my mouth I still tasted the communion host, and said again: “Thank You, Lord, for being with me.”
The car was quiet. I turned on the CD and the haunting words of an unfamiliar song rang out: For I am captured one more time. …..And I thought again, “Thank You, Lord, for being with me.” And I smiled as the music softly played out the songs end.
God speaks to me, instructs me, and loves me in so many ways, if I but listen. He speaks to me so loudly sometimes, if I am but open to hear Him. He gives me so much love that I naturally want to reach out and share it with others, if I am first open to receive it.
What I taste, what I hear: He whispers to me.
He whispers to you also, if you would but taste, and listen to His goodness.
The work of God in its daily manifestations is often treated by many Christians as Jesus Christ was treated by the Jews
What we really want to do is restrict His work so that it conforms to the rules and boundaries that our limited reason considers suitable.
You would be very ashamed if you knew what the experiences you call setbacks, upheavals, pointless disturbances and tedious annoyances really are.
Nothing happens to you except by the will of God, yet His beloved children curse it because they do not know it for what it is.
---- Abandonment to Divine Providence, by Jean-Pierre de Caussade