Per usual Lord, too much to do in a single day. I look to you as the source of
my life, strength and joy to face the day one moment at a time. Looking to you
for guidance on how to proceed and choosing what to do and not to do. I want to
hear your voice throughout the day Lord, that stream of divine mercy words
flowing out from you to me and the whole world, may I be one of those trees
growing by that river bearing fruit for the nations. I want to be rooted deeply
in your mercy Lord and no longer be a sagebrush rolling around independently….
Help me take root in you Lord and grow strong in your love and
strength.
I am happy to flow through you son, rejoice that it is so. Give glory to God
for the tiny ways I can trickle my love through you moment by moment and
remember the magic of the stream in my Holy Prophet Ezekiel… yes remember
Master Yoda saying "judge me by my size will you?" But also remember that I am
more than an impersonal force of all living things … I am a person, and I give
life to all things. This is scary to most people, they prefer the impersonal
force because it seems more controllable. But my mercy goes where it will
because it has a mind and is a person, Me, Myself, I AM Mercy and love
abounding and I am not a tame lion, you cannot control me. This scares people.
Blessed are you son for meeting me in the pages of Narnia and knowing that
though I am not tame, I am good, trustworthy and loving.
Yes Lord I do rejoice in knowing you this morning, I love that you are a person
I can talk to and listen to. I am a little sad that I cannot share this with
others as much as I desire to bless them… it seems in our culture the notion of
hearing you speak is for the mentally ill or those suffering delusions of
grandeur (Han said this about Luke being a Jedi). Yet here I am Lord and though
I cannot see you as St. Faustina and so many others did, I can at least hear
your voice a little when I pay attention. I do rejoice in what the world sees as
insane and weak and lame and foolish.
Remember what I said through my servant Paul:
The message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing,
but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written: “I
will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the learning of the learned I will
set aside.”
Where is the wise one? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this
age? Has not God made the wisdom of the world foolish? For since in the
wisdom of God the world did not come to know God through wisdom, it was the
will of God through the foolishness of the proclamation to save those who
have faith. For Jews demand signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we
proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to
Gentiles, but to those who are called, Jews and Greeks alike, Christ the
power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than
human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength.
Consider your own calling, brothers. Not many of you were wise by human
standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. Rather, God
chose the foolish of the world to shame the wise, and God chose the weak of
the world to shame the strong, and God chose the lowly and despised of the
world, those who count for nothing, to reduce to nothing those who are
something, so that no human being might boast before God. It is due to him
that you are in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from God, as well as
righteousness, sanctification, and redemption, so that, as it is written,
“Whoever boasts, should boast in the Lord.”
Yes, thank you for reminding me of it Lord. I should be happy to
endure a little contempt from the world for saying I hear your voice, that I
can tune into it and single it out among the billions of voices screaming and
clamoring for my attention. Compared to the contempt and scorn you received on
the cross, ''tis but a scratch!". I go forth now as another happy fool in the
eyes of the world.
This song by The Choir catches it well:
Wise
people sing out loud
"Beware the killer cloud
The air we
breathe!"
Why should we cry along?
I know a happy song
So sing
with me
Some hear the drumming rain
They fear a hurricane
Why
should we run?
Let's fix the roof instead
Wear helmets on our
heads
Till kingdom come
I'd tremble, truth be told
Should
someone dear grow cold
I'd pray for fire
So stay with me tonight
We'll
dance 'til morning light
Love is no liar
Happy fool reasons
have I
Happy fool notions have you
I say the sky is as blue as the
ocean
You say you know it's true
So tie your shoelaces
To
my shoelaces
I'll tie a rope to a tree
We'll see how the wind
whips
Happy fool faces
Come blow away with me
You shall go out with joy
And be led forth with peace,
The
mountains and the hills
Will break forth before you.
There'll be
shouts of joy
And the trees of the fields
Will clap, will clap
their hands.
And the trees of the fields will clap their
hands,
And the trees of the fields will clap their hands,
And the
trees of the fields will clap their hands,
While you go out with
joy.
(Isa. 55:12)
Amen
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