Drive into the light on the way to yesterday's evening Mass at Mission #2, by the lake. There it was, a Texan sunset and there I was, powering into the incandescent beauty of the thing. Is the infinite glory of God revealed to us in creation? It certainly was to me on the way to Lake Whitney and I was reminded of a time, several decades ago now, in London.
It was one of those points when pretty much everything seemed to have collapsed and I was utterly miserable, staying at Fr. Michael Hollings' eclectic community in Bayswater. He lived, this cousin of the Duke of Norfolk, in a small office which somehow doubled as a bedroom and in I marched to pour out my tale of woe, and it was exceedingly woeful. No kidding.
Well, the priest listened, smiled and said, "Look out of the window at the sky," it was uncharacteristically blue, "and the trees. Beautiful, God is very, very good." So I looked out of the window and yes, it was beautiful, and my heart felt peace at that moment in the revealed goodness our loving God.
Sentimental, mawkish piety? No. Bear in mind, Hollings had fought at Monte Casino in the Guards, I think as a Major. No small thing, and the point of this story? There's several, not least this. Look out, open your eyes, and behold the glory, goodness and love of God. As even the pagans of antiquity sensed, Sol Invictus. There's immeasurable hope in that.
God bless you all,
LSP
4 comments:
Normally, I'd be telling you, "Don't go into the light" - it's an oncoming train. Or if you were ill I'd tell you not to sing, "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot!"
However, this light seems safe enough.
Mr. Wolf, I always value your practical advice. But are you sure "Swing Low" isn't a song request?
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Thank you, Parson. A blessed weekend to you all.
Just trying to help, Linda.
Blessings.
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