Love
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Thomas touched the woundsand found eternity.The hands that shaped the starswere open before him. The pierced sidebecame a doorwayinto love. And he whispered,My Lord.My God. Not merely the Lord.Not merely God. My. The crucifiedThe resurrectedThe infinitehad come near enoughto touch. And now I kneelbefore the hidden Christ,asking for the faithto see what Thomas saw:beneath the veil,within the wound,beyond… Read more
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In YouI live,heldwithin the mysteryof Your being. Every breathis borrowed from You. Every heartbeatmoves beneaththe gaze of Love. I walk through this worldand yet I never leave You. I search for Youas though You were distant, while all the whileI am movingwithin You. Where could I gothat Your presencedoes not already fill? What darknesscould hide… Read more
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Perhaps love begins where possession ends.Where two soulsno longer ask, What can you give me?but,How may I pour myself outfor you? There,something of the Trinitybegins to breathe. Gift answering Gift,love receiving love,and love becomingsomething greaterthan either giver or gift. Perhaps this is whythe Church calls marriagea sacrament. Not because our loveis without wounds,but because through… Read more
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He knows the thoughtsI dare not speak,the wounds beneath my words,the places in mewhere faith trembles. He knows my sinand my longing for holiness,my failuresand the small, stubborn desireto belong completely to Him. Nothing is hidden.And still,He loves me. He flung stars into the darknessand breathed life into dust.Yet He does not crush mewith His… Read more
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Lord of the lowly,teach me to find Youwhere the world has learned not to look. In the face beneath the bridge,in the hands that tremble for bread,in the stranger carrying a lifeno one bothers to know,let me glimpse the mysteryof Your hidden presence. You have chosen the poornot because they are less,but because love draws… Read more
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Strengthen me, Lord,in the hidden chambers of my heart,where no one seesand even I am sometimes afraid to enter. Make Your home in me. Remainas the Presencebeneath all things,the holy fireI cannot seebut somehow sense. Root me deeply in Your love,until my roots reachthe places where words disappearand only mystery remains. Let me knowthe breadth… Read more
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I keep discoveringhow far I am from You. Somewherestuck in the hidden chambersof my own heartwhere shadows still gather. I reach for Youand somehow reachfor myself instead. I speak of loveand then withhold it.I speak of surrenderand end up clinging to what I fear losing. I am dusttrying to rememberthe shape of heaven. And still,Jesus,… Read more
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I have tried to follow Your lightwith eyes that fail to see clearly. I have called my own voiceYour whisper,and walked roadsI thought You had given me. Then I found myself lost. And I wonderif You saw the tryingor only the wandering. But perhaps You see deeper. Perhaps You seethe small, trembling yesbeneath my failure,the… Read more
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Without cost the morning comes,laying gold upon the lake,asking nothing for its light. Without cost the sparrow sings,spilling music through the air,unaware of any debt. So too the gifts that shaped my life—a hand that lifted,a word that healed,a mercy I did not earn. What was freely placed within my heartwas never mine to keep.… Read more
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Obedience is freedom. The soul bows,and in its bendingfinds release. The law is love,not written to bind,but to lead usinto the heart of God. Love is sacrifice. It empties itselfwithout counting the cost,and calls that lossjoy. Forgiveness is not optional. Mercy is the pathwe are asked to walk,againand again. Give. The open handis the only… Read more
