The living Spirit
We cannot know whether or not we love God, although there may be strong reasons for thinking so, but there can be no doubt about whether or not we love our neighbour.
Christ asks for a home in your soul … where you and he, alone together, can laugh and be silent and be delighted with one another.
[St. Francis’s] sermon to the birds was basically this, as recorded by Brother Masseo: “My little bird sisters, you should praise your Creator because he has given you the gift of flight and freedom, colorful clothing, food and water that you never need to sow, and such beautiful voices.
My God, by how many different ways you lead souls! We read of saints who have left nothing behind them at their death, not a single written line.
I consider what writers say about the kingfisher, little birds who build their nests on the beach near the sea. They build in a circular form and so tightly compressed that the seawater cannot penetrate the nest.
Just as a torrent, throwing itself with impetuosity into the ocean, drags after it everything it encounters in its passage, in the same way, O Jesus, the soul who plunges into the shoreless ocean of Your Love, draws with her all the treasures she possesses.
True wisdom in this world amounts to putting ourselves in God’s hands, and not trying to look too far ahead. God doesn’t tell us his secrets beforehand but unfolds them little by little when we are secure in the knowledge that we can trust him entirely.
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