'There' He led me to ponder on His GREAT LOVE...
Everything I am before Him was laid bare...
I couldn't look at Him for a long time for I knew in my heart how much I have done Him wrong...
and yet He continued to gaze on me, piercing me through with those same compassionate loving eyes.
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Everything I am before Him was laid bare...
I couldn't look at Him for a long time for I knew in my heart how much I have done Him wrong...
and yet He continued to gaze on me, piercing me through with those same compassionate loving eyes.
"I slipped His fingers, I escaped His feet, I ran and hid, for Him I feared to meet. One day I passed Him, fettered on a Tree, He turned His Head, and looked, and beckoned me.
"Neither by speed, nor strength could He prevail.
Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail. He could not run or clasp me if He tried,
But with His eye, He bade me reach His side.
"For pity's sake, thought I, I'll set you free.
'Nay --- hold this cross,' He said, 'and follow me.
This yoke is easy, this burden light, Not hard or grievous if you wear it tight.'
~ Elizabeth Cheney ~
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Three of my former companions inside the walls appeared to me in my dreams for three successive nights. What baffled me was, I wore a 'habit' ~ the one that I gave up several years ago... AND... I felt this 'love' towards them. Have I begun to love that part of me which I have not accepted for so long?
I have not entered a Franciscan church but twice nor have I spoken directly to any priest nor sister after I was dispensed...
But this full week of silence has again invited me to look into my heart where Jesus wished to stay.
I thought I could do much ~ write my reflections on my blog, do vids, create music and draw... but my time is no longer mine...
He has carried my cross for me for a time and when we met, he has taught me the value of real loving... by taking up my cross again... throwing off all securities, expending my energies for others, praying for others' souls...
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| Source: Guy Fortin (@Even_haezer) |
"So did I follow Him Who could not move,
An uncaught captive in the hands of Love."
~ Elizabeth Cheney ~
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A week spent with Venerable Fulton Sheen's reflections:
Our Cross
Good Friday