19/04/2023

Living in the "light" for me takes place every morning that I read the Mass Readings of the day and open my being to the Word that they are. I am ready for anybody to read my prayer each morning but nobody ever does. Am I truly living in the light?

The first thing that I see when I start my computer is the world as news. Nothing lasts and the utter tripe that fills my screen each day is total futility. I truly cannot understand how anybody would want to live their lives on the passing level that each morning's glance at the screen reveals to me.

"My kingdom is not of this world"is not a political statement it tells us that our lives are something much greater than the world filled by the intelligence of mankind with wonders that could not have been imagined by the Apostles at the time they were questioned by the Sanhedrin. They knew a much greater wonder. They proclaimed the Resurrection into the faces of Christ's executioners not out of revenge but out of the Love that they had received from the Holy Spirit.

The " World" captures and captivates our attention because all the difficulties and problems we face can fill the time we live and divert our minds from God. Even the totally obvious futility of playing with balls has the capacity to glue our minds to the moment and absorb our passions into something like the timelessness of eternity.

Our human lives are in this world but it is for what we are to become that we are living. The total being that is the ever greater Father Son and Holy Spirit has ensured that all of us can live now in the Light of his Love and thus defeat the snares and deceptions that assail us all in this world. We have to continue to choose Life to be able to die successfully.

Dear Lord help me to do your will. Let my life become a witness to your Love. We know the utter mess I had been making of my life when you pulled me out into the Light. Let me join my gratitude to the prayers of  Mary and all the Saints and together let us all pray that your Mercy falls like the shower of roses revealed to St Theresa during the pain of her life in Normandy.