Saturday, July 21, 2012

Wobbling Toward Sainthood

Dreams can be useful things.  They wander through the soul, leaving the merest whispers. I love them for the challenges they offer.  

Daydreams stage little dramas in our minds.  They call us forward into roles for which we begin "trying out," as we consider which dreams to pursue and which to set aside.  As for me, I mentally rehearse for daydreams that make the cut as "keepers," and I start auditioning.

As a child, I rehearsed a lot for the part I most wanted to land as a grownup.  I had lots of props.  Dolls, of course, and pretend kitchen equipment, and dress-up clothes that made me look (I was sure of it) like a glamorous mommy.  I was especially fond of Mother's cast-off high heels, in which I teetered about house and yard at least a full inch taller.  I just knew my feet were growing into the shoes even as I wobbled along.

I look back on those days now not so much as pretending, but more as practice.   I landed my longed-for role as wife and mommy (guess I had a good audition).  I'd been prepared for domesticity by dolls that drank and wet, were diapered in my father's oversized handkerchiefs, and bathed in floating soap that was guaranteed 99 and 44-100s per cent pure.  

As a child, I had role models.  I was surrounded by grownups - ones who had "made it."  Mothers who cared for their little ones and their homes, people who drove and worked and prayed and read.  I observed and imitated, knowing that one day I would "make it" to adulthood myself.  I hoped not only to be ready, but in fact I wanted to begin the grown up life right then and there. 

I'm now long past childhood, but I'm not over the dreaming.  Indeed, I'm growing ever more serious about auditioning.  I am practicing daily for the most important role of my entire eternity.  God wants me to be with Him forever - that is why each one of us was created -  and of course such glorious existence is called sainthood.  So I look carefully at the role models Holy Mother Church has given me. I speak with and imitate (or try to, at least) many of those who have traveled this road before.  I tiptoe in their footsteps and teeter, stumble; trusting (if not seeing) that I'm growing step by wobbly step.  

To be with God forever... it is a high dream, for it is HIS dream.  I pray to have a good audition.  

"We must always have before our eyes the virtues and examples of the saints in order to pattern and form all our actions on them."  (St. Francis de Sales)

"A saint is a man before he is a saint.  Yes, the saints were human as we ourselves are.  They were faced with the same difficulties, and temptations and wrestlings and agonies that confront us, and they dealt with them just as we do, only more bravely, and with a greater constancy and a more steadfast hope.  When we realise this, we feel that, at however great a distance, we still may dare to equate ourselves with them.  Sanctity is a goal to which there is no short cut, a temple to which there is no back entrance.  To it, there is but One Way - His, Who said of Himself, 'I am the Way.'"  (from The Living Pyx of Jesus by a Religious, Pelligrini and Co., Australia, 1941)

(Gerda Tiren painting now in US public domain) 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Weeding the Garden



"When
 you attack
 the roots
 of sin,
 fix your
 thought on
 the God
 Whom
 you desire
 rather than
 upon the sin
 which you hate."

     - Walter Hilton, The Ladder of Perfection)








(Jules Breton painting, Song of the Lark, in US public domain)

Sunday, July 15, 2012

In the Summer Garden

It is summer, and the cloister garden is in full bloom.  This is a season of constant change, when droughts alternate with downpours, when weeds must continually be battled, when pests need to be put to flight lest they harm delicate blossoms.  

Pastel greens of springtime have deepened, now,  into darker shades.  It's a time of heat and heady fragrance, busy bees and fireflies and cicadas, crackles of thunder and balmy nights. 

I ask myself:  how are things in my own "inner garden?"  Do I see a blossoming of prayer?  Fruit grown in suffering?  Weeds of worldliness and distraction?  The sting of aridity and drought?

"Prayer is to our soul what rain is to the soil.  Fertilize the soil ever so richly; it will remain barren unless fed by frequent rains."  (St. John Vianney)

"He will renew your strength, and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring whose water never fails."  (Isaiah 58:11)

"Our mortifications, humiliations, prayers - in a word, all the exercises we practice - what are they but acts of virtue, which are like so many beautiful flowers, that send up a perfume extremely sweet before the Divine Majesty?"  (St. Francis de Sales)

"I am the true Vine, and my Father is the Vinegrower.  He prunes away every barren branch, but the fruitful ones He He trims clean, to increase their yield.  You are clean already, thanks to the word I have spoken to you.  Live on in Me, as I do in you.  No more than a branch can bear fruit of itself apart from the vine, can you bear fruit apart from Me. "  (John 15:1-4)

"O garden-dweller!  My friends are listening for your voice, let Me hear it!"  (Song of Songs 8:1)

So... what is happening in the garden of your soul?






(flower photos on today's post are © N Shuman.)

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Throw Wide the Gate


“Let your door stand open to receive Him, unlock your soul to Him, offer Him a welcome in your mind...

 

























Throw wide the gate of your heart,
stand before the sun of the everlasting Light
that shines on every man...

He does not want to force His way in rudely, 
or compel us to admit him against our will….

Our door is faith; if it is strong enough, the whole house is safe.
This is the door by which Christ enters….
It is the soul that has its door, its gates. 

Christ comes to this door and knocks; 
He knocks at these gates. 
Open to him; 
He wants to enter, 
to find His bride waiting and watching…"
                        - St. Ambrose; excerpted from today's Office of Readings

By Degrees

"Accustom yourself
by degrees
to worship Him.
Beg His grace, 
offer Him your heart
from time to time
in the midst of your busyness,
even every moment if you can.
Do not always scrupulously
confine yourself to certain rules,
or particular forms of devotion,
but act with a general confidence
in GOD,
with love and humility."  
                         - Brother Lawrence