Why do we hurt the ones we love? Thank God every day for the time left to say: "I love you."
And then: Say it to all, but especially to Him.
The great JPII was once found hugging the tabernacle and crooning a Polish song a mother would use to comfort a child. He was asked why, and he said: “I don’t know how else to comfort Him…”
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You think about how the thought of hurting a parent feels. Because you want to be the last person to cause any of that. And then you think of what we've done to Him. And how much that must hurt Him. Because He wants us so much.
It makes me say goodnight to the day with a sad happiness.
"Sad Happiness:"
How often that sentiment has come to me. Way beyond paradox because it is a part of our being. How often have you seen someone laugh and thought: "How shallow?" And how often have you seen someone laugh and thought: "How courageous!" Pain and Joy are so inextricably interwoven in the Catholic understanding of the world.
Katalina, mi sobrina, you know what I mean.
Yes I do.
The image of John Paul II coupled with the music wrecked me so quickly my soul felt startled last night.
What a strange nature we have, part animal, part angel. Part wretched, part majestic.
The wretchedness of our nature makes it so frighteningly easy to forget how great we could be if only we remembered His love. Yet, in a second, our capacity for greatness allows us to intuitively grasp the movement of divine grace as it steals into our hearts like a thief and touches our softest spots.
Sad happiness for sure. But always hopeful.
Love to you all!!
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