As
I am getting better I tend to forget that I'm still seriously ill and need to
be calm and patient! Yet again I am amazed how short my memory can be! God, I
think I can just about understand the patience you must have with the likes of
me. Just because I had a few good nights’ sleep I think I can run a marathon. I
really need to concentrate on doing what God wants, not what I think is right
or convenient. That’s why I am so grateful for my neighbour, who gives me the
light to understand what you want.
The
more I go ahead on this journey, the more I two fundamental aspects of my relationship
with God:
a) His love for humanity and each one of us is endless and without precedent. There no greater love! The drama of it all is that I suspect we are not at all aware of the enormity of his love for us! He has given us his life, a communitarian way to go to him, a new way of looking at many things.b) In order to have a glimpse of the way God love us I need to go with him on the Cross taking with me the sufferings and pains, but also the joys and gifts as my “present” for him. There I gain a completely different perspective of the life, because God allows me to see things from his perspective, which is love.
I
want to explore the notion of the communitarian spirituality because it is such
an inspiration, a new way of looking at it and most of all I want to look at it
from my experience of trying to live this spirituality in the context of the
Focolare community, by way of sharing my own journey towards God.
Manfred,
ReplyDeleteYou may not be ready to run marathons, but the "marathon" of sharing that you've been pouring out these days is an inspiration to me, and to many. I included the passage that you wrote on January 1 with the message I sent out to my "grappolo" with the January word of life. I've already gotten back positive feedback from some of them. I think you're living through a moment of particular grace, and it's a great, great gift to me and to others that you share it "always, straightway, and with joy."
Tom