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If you want to know who God is, look at Jesus. If you want to know what it means to be human, look at Jesus. If you want to know what love is, look at Jesus. If you want to know what grief is, look at Jesus. And go on looking until you’re not just a spectator, but you’re
actually part of the drama which has him as the central character.
- N. T. Wright (Look to Jesus!)
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Daily Readings
EPH 2:12-22; PS 85:9AB-10, 11-12,
13-14 LK 12:35-38 Jesus said to his disciples:
“Gird your loins and light your lamps
and be like servants who await their master’s return from a wedding,
ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.
Blessed
are those servants
whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.
Amen, I say to you, he will gird himself,
have them recline at table, and proceed to wait on them.
And should he come in the second or third watch
and find them prepared in this way,
blessed are
those servants.”
Praying the Daily Gospels: A Guide to Meditation, by Philip St. Romain, 2018 (3rd ed.) Luke 12:35-38 (Stay awake) How wonderful it is to love someone and
to be aware that this person is watching your every move in utter delight! This is exactly how God regards us. As we grow in our love of God, we shall become more aware and eager to be completely united with him. - Many philosophers have said that consciousness is what makes us different from animals. Do you agree?
- Today to spend a few moments contemplating the wonder of a God who loves you and delights in
you. Let this wonder refresh you.
Treatise on the Love of God, by St. Francis de Sales (1567-1622) ____________ Chapter 5: Of the condolence and complacency of love in the passion of our Lord. It cannot be
declared, Theotimus, how strongly the Saviour desires to enter into our souls by this love of sorrowing complacency. Ah! says he, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the night. [241] What is this dew, and what are the drops of the night but the afflictions and pains of his passion? Pearls, in sooth (as we have said often enough), are nothing but drops of dew, which the freshness of night rains over the face of the
sea, received into the shells of oysters or pearl-mothers. Ah! this divine lover of the soul would say, I am laden with the pains and sweats of my passion, almost all of which passed either in the darkness of the night, or in the night of the darkness which the obscured sun made in the very brightness of its noon. Open then thy heart towards me as the pearl-mothers open their shells towards the sky, and I will shed upon thee the dew of my passion, which will be changed into pearls of
consolation.
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