The Stained Glass Buffalo: always open

21 October 2009

always open

Living in the presence of God does not mean constantly thinking about God. That would split us internally and be too much for us. Rather, it is a matter of opening oneself to a reality, surrendering oneself to the God who surrounds one.

Thus practicing the presence of God does not consist of training in concentration, but on the contrary of relaxing, letting oneself rest in the reality of God, in whom we move and are. Therefore this practice must be carried out not so much in the head as in the body.

Our hearts are to rest in the God who is present; our behavior, our posture, our way of speaking, standing, and walking, our internal collectedness in everything we do should witness to the experience of the God who is present.

Benedict of Nursia - His Message for Today
Anselm Grun, OSB

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It is Jesus

“It is Jesus that you seek when you dream of happiness; he is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; he is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is he who provokes you with that thirst for fullness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is he who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is He who reads in your heart your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle.

It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be ground down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.”
--Pope John Paul II

Carlo Carretto:

How much I must criticize you, my church, and yet how much I love you! You have made me suffer more than anyone and yet I owe more to you than to anyone. I should like to see you destroyed and yet I need your presence. You have given me much scandal and yet you alone have made me understand holiness. Never in this world have I seen anything more compromised, more false, yet never have I touched anything more pure, more generous or more beautiful. Countless times I have felt like slamming the door of my soul in your face - and yet, every night, I have prayed that I might die in your sure arms! No, I cannot be free of you, for I am one with you, even if not completely you. Then too - where would I go? To build another church? But I could not build one without the same defects, for they are my defects. And again, if I were to build another church, it would be my church, not Christ's church. No, I am old enough, I know better.