Friday, April 30, 2010

April 30 – “Please, Sir, I Want Some More”




From time immemorial, when man looked up to heaven, he wanted something more. More rain, more children, more power, more food. In our time, we recognize that we are often more apt to pray that it won’t rain on the day of our trip to the zoo than to pray for enough grain to make it through the winter.


The wonder of the glance toward heaven is this: how is it that we ever thought, that mankind ever thought to think, that we might pray for MORE OF GOD! It is by Him that we know there is ever more to know and enjoy.


What shall we say? What can we do? How can we comprehend this mystery? We are “in Christ,” by faith and by His resurrection. He is “in us,” because, just as He said, He did not leave us “orphans.”

Jesus answered and said unto him, If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and WE WILL COME TO HIM, AND MAKE OUR ABODE WITH HIM. (John 14:23)


When we seek MORE OF GOD, it is not because He comes to us in stinting, trickling measure, but because we see we have not accessed all of Him Whom we have contained!

Such a large part of monastic life is the decision to go somewhere and do something that will allow, encourage, enable and insist upon ALL OF GOD.

Here is a monastic experiment for us, one that we can carry out in Cor Unum as we take time before the Lord our God.

Sitting quietly, we may simply ask for God, for ALL OF GOD. All that we can see, all that we can know . . . all that He will reveal to us. While we know that God isn’t parceled out to us, we know that we are only cognizant of the tiniest shred of the tiniest measure of all that He is to us, and with us. A few moments of stillness, the decision to see Him more clearly and love Him more dearly, will not fail to have effect. Let us take time today, even just a few minutes, toward no other purpose. Please, Sir, we want some more!


"Pure Pleasure"
photo by Kerry

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