We often set off on an unceasing quest to distance ourselves from every anxiety, and thus begin to live in such a way as to constantly seek change for “the better.” There is a self-inflicted stress in such a life; a nervous movement toward some savored goal.
Love of God
After a long pause, John told me about a terrible fire-fight he’d experienced in the war. He didn’t describe any of the details. There was no talk of blood or bombs or bullets or shredded bodies. What he did say, is the Lord had saved him. And he didn’t know why.
As I celebrate Thanksgiving, I notice there’s something missing. My heart longs for a different kind of celebration in a different kind of place. And until I am there, there will always be something missing.
Today is the feast of St. Mary Magdalene, whose life with Jesus of Nazareth teaches us many important elements of Christian discipleship. One that stands out above all others is the way in which her life was totally transformed by an intimate relationship of communion with Jesus Christ.
My daughter, . . . I desire that the Feast of Mercy be a refuge and shelter for all souls, and especially for poor sinners. On that day the very depths of My tender mercy are open.