The Stained Glass Buffalo: clothe himself with our debt to death

07 February 2012

clothe himself with our debt to death

Christ is the one and only Way that will bring us to God. He comes from God; he came down that we may go back up with him and by him. He becomes one of us in his human nature and did not hesitate to clothe himself with our debt to death and all its consequences, to put on the skin garment of our lowly human condition.

Therefore we have to study carefully the incidents of his earlthy life because the stages he passed through on his earthly journey are the pattern of our ascent to God:

His bodily growth is the exemplar of our spiritual progress to such an extent that what we read of his development is experienced, step by step, spiritually, by those who go steadily forward. (St. Aelred)

The Monastic Theology of Aelred of Rievaulx
Amedee Hallier, OCSO

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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.