Sunday, June 20, 2010
There are times when ordinary time can be extraordinary. I had the opportunity to make an 8 day retreat at the Jesuit Spiritual Center in Wernersville, Pennsylvania. For many years, I have brought my camera with me when I make a retreat because the photographs bring back memories of the time I have spent on "vacation" with my God. I took this photograph one day when I was walking down a lovely path - and I noticed the thistle flower. Thistles are not terribly appealing in and of themselves, but I find the flowers very beautiful. There were several tiny butterflies (or maybe they are moths) quickly flitting from one flower to another of the many wildflowers that were in this particular area. Then, all of a sudden, this creature gently perched on the lovely purple flower - in fact, it perched long enough for me to look at it with wonder, and focus on it with the long-distance close-up lens. I had no idea how clear the picture was until I saw it on the computer!
I wandered with the resurrected Jesus in my prayer. What a great friend! But, as the apostles and Thomas, I saw his wounds from which he did not flinch. And Jesus saw my woundedness and I felt ashamed. But there was no shame in the eyes of Jesus. I believe he was reminding me that His wounds are His, and my wounds are mine. His whole being seemed to proclaim that He loves me with all of my woundedness just as I am - and He loves my trying to know and love him better, as well as to love and know others better just as He does. The woundedness is not an issue upon which His eyes focus, but rather on my prayer, which stems from our RSHM constitutions and a George Harrison long-ago song..."My sweet Lord, I really want to know you...I really want to go with you"
Posted by RSHM Prayer for Flitters at 1:48 PM