Because God Loved the world...
God, who is conscious and aware is the Source, and the Birther of the cosmos.
God speaks Gods’ plan and blueprint into the darkness of the great abyss. This is the Word, the centre of history and the blueprint of all creation, the spoken Word that becomes incarnated into our world and into our history.
God speaks, this Word creates and then God’s Spirit is breathed into God’s creation.
Intention, creative Word and Breath, separate yet One.
Conscious and aware, creative and affective, being and spirit; this is what God tells us about the one God; this is what God tells me about who also I AM.
I am the continued and continuing incarnation of God’s Word.
And so with David I lift up my voice.
O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
Yes, I am fearfully and wonderfully made, shining like the sun, yet I know that within me also there is also that which would take for myself that which is source; claiming for myself the dignity of being the wellhead; the beginning and the power of Being. This is to choose true annihilation.
There is that within me, that pride that would claim for myself the power of independence from source. I could not yet walk but had learned how to stand. It was a simple wooden cot with slatted sides; I gazed through the slats standing tight against the wood and gazing over the bed when my parents slept. I remember so clearly the patchwork quilt with its myriad of bright colours. My first memory and my first thought; that’s great! If I cry now and scream those two will have to get up to look to me. I remember the feeling of power. Knowing manipulation at such a young age; where did it come from? A Holy Saturday reflection:
Your life story is a beautiful and mysterious story and without any doubt your story reveals that you have been wounded along the way. You've been wounded because you received God's first love through the brokenness of those who reflected that love to you - your father, your mother, your brother, your sister. They are people who loved you to a greater or lesser degree, but who were limited because of the wounds of their own lives. Sometimes they loved you in ways that were painful for you. They wounded you - not because they wanted to, but because they are broken people.
Within each of us is a kind of deep breakage that is often called original sin? Our parents inherited it. So did you and I. We are each born to love but we cannot love unconditionally. This is wonderful and terrible. We grow because of it and we suffer because of it.
What is important is that we try to integrate this wondrous and incredible mystery: we have been touched with God's first love through channels that were broken. Through our woundedness we are ushered into the true experience of that 'first love.' 'Blessed are the poor' begins to make sense in this context. (Mosteller, 1998 pp. 30-31)
“Lord, who are You? Lord, and who am I?” This gift of divine Love which comes from heaven (Rom.5:5) and is a joyful foretaste of blessedness, the Beatific Vision which is that final vision of God and that union which is the goal of our life mirrored in the gift Love of mother for child.
The heart of man can be full of so much pain, even when things are exteriorly all right. It becomes all the more difficult because today we are used to thinking that there are explanations for everything. But there is no explanation of most of what goes on in our own hearts, and we cannot account for it all. No use resorting to the kind of mental tranquillizers that even religious explanations sometimes offer. Faith must be deeper than that, rooted in the unknown and in the abyss of darkness that is the ground of our being. No use teasing the darkness to try to make answers grow out of it. But if we learn how to have a deep inner patience, things solve themselves, or God solves them if you prefer: but do not expect to see how. Just learn to wait, and do what you can and help other people. Often it is in helping someone else we find the best way to bear our own trouble. — Thomas Merton from his Christmas letter, 1966.
Love is something that is given to us from outside; it is almost like something we can catch; just like a virus the parents love for the child infects the child and therefore they are able to enter into loving relationships. The parents have gone through the same transmission, and their parents before them, and their parents before them... And at the beginning from God, who is the Source.
Gift love or unconditional love and especially agape love is seldom to be found in our human condition. Our love is all too often corrupted by greed, attachments and the many other contagions that the ego affirms.
We have to become like little children again gazing into our mother’s eyes that reflect the eyes of the True Lover. Lord, help us to see once more from the eyes of a little child looking with awe into the eyes of Love.