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Catching Up: September 5

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  • russophile2002
    +PAX Catching up here, this is the one that should have run yesterday. Continued prayers for Sr. Lany Jo and her Mom, who had surgery which may save her life.
    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 6, 2003

      Catching up here, this is the one that should have run yesterday.
      Continued prayers for Sr. Lany Jo and her Mom, who had surgery which
      may save her life. Next 48 hrs. are crucial, also for Linda, whose
      biopsy results won't be in till Tues. or Wed. Waiting is so tough, as
      many know! God's will is best. All is mercy and grace. Thanks so
      much. NRN

      January 5, May 6, September 5

      Hence the Lord says in the Gospel,
      "Whoever listens to these words of Mine and acts upon them,
      I will liken to a wise person
      who built a house on rock.
      The floods came,
      the winds blew and beat against that house,
      and it did not fall,
      because it had been founded on rock" (Matt. 7:24-25).

      Having given us these assurances,
      the Lord is waiting every day
      for us to respond by our deeds to His holy admonitions.
      And the days of this life are lengthened
      and a truce granted us for this very reason,
      that we may amend our evil ways.
      As the Apostle says,
      "Do you not know that God's patience is inviting you to repent" (Rom.
      For the merciful Lord tells us,
      "I desire not the death of the sinner,
      but that the sinner should be converted and live" (Ezech. 33:11).


      Blessed Columba Marmion wrote:

      "You may ask: Is not the monastery the ante-chamber of Heaven?
      Assuredly it is; but to stay a long time in a waiting room and there
      to bear monotony and annoyances, can become singularly burdensome and
      require a big dose of endurance."

      Probably no one really likes waiting rooms and some of us loathe them
      far more than others. I certainly fall closer to the latter extreme!
      It's not that I can't find anything to do, I usually can read or
      pray, but not always. There is noisy talk, or there are sometimes
      TV's, both of which others need, so one can hardly grouse about them.
      That which makes a waiting room more tolerable (like silence,) for
      some makes it less so for others!

      Had I to wait an entire day in a waiting room, I'd come home truly
      fatigued. Weeks? Months? No doubt they'd have to crack out the
      leather wrist and ankle restraints and give me psychotropic drugs IV
      push!! I would be a mess. Patience is not my strong point and I am
      sure many can relate to that on one level or another.

      But Scripture and the Holy Rule assure us that a loving, all-merciful
      God waits far more than any of us could stand. He waits for all our
      lives, every instant, every millisecond. He waits before every
      conversion and after every fall. He waits till our death, if need be.
      Even then, when we can no longer run so fast, does He open His arms
      of Divine Mercy one last all-but-irresistible time. We could still
      refuse Him, but what folly that would be!

      He waits. He does not stalk or crouch in hiding like a predator. His
      are not the finite limits of some flawed human who watches only for
      our falls, who delights at every trip or stumble. He perfectly,
      patiently, lovingly, mercifully waits. GOD waits. For us, who are
      less than nothing by comparison, GOD Himself waits!

      There were many years when I was so emphatically trying to ignore
      Him, when "...I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own
      mind..." I used to hate having people quote Francis Thompson's "Hound
      of Heaven" to me in those times.

      I am still annoyed by it insofar as it portrays God as a rather
      insuperably Herculean pursuer of very heavy foot! (Let us bless God
      that this is poetry and NOT Scripture!) I think that God has
      aninfinitely more polite and respectful means of waiting and seeking.
      But there are great truths in Thompson's poem and I shall leave you
      with two excerpts, both quite near the end of the poem. Beloveds, may
      these be the first words we all hear at death!

      "All which thy child's mistake
      Fancies as lost. I have stored for thee at home:
      Rise, clasp My hand, and come!"

      "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest.
      I am he Whom thou seekest!
      Thou dravest love from thee who dravest Me."

      Love and prayers,
      Jerome, OSB
      Petersham, MA
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