St. Augustine wrote in his “Confessions:”
“I have tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst for more. You have touched me, and I burn for your peace.”
I sat and fumed about the violence and wickedness in the world. I was angry and afraid and I felt hatred for those who created such havoc.
Somehow, at some point, I began to realize that my anger, hatred and fear were part of the problem.
I thought I heard a voice say:
“Do you love as I love? Or is hatred your response to my love for you and for everyone I have created–even for those who do evil and for those whom you have hated?”
Then, I had to admit that utter folly was my self-righteous judgment of others.
“Lord, my God, have mercy on me!”
The comforting whisper came again:
“I love you.” Then:
“I want you to bring my love to others.”
“I cannot. I am not wise enough, not learned enough. And besides, I am a sinner.”
Then there was a grave, deep and still silence. I longed to hear God speak to me. So, I began to pray, over and over again:
“Please Lord, help me. Direct me. Save me.”
At last the Lord said:
“It is so easy to help others come to me. Just love them as I love you. Live for them, work for them, die to self for them—and for me.
“As I have so clearly said, the one who keeps his life will lose it; the one who loses his life for my sake will keep it.”
“Dear God, How can I share my faith in my own home, with my neighbors?
“They know the real me.
“How can I, a sinner, share your love?”
The Lord of salvation said:
“I love you. I have redeemed you, as well as those who do harm to others.
“You belong right where you are among family, friends and coworkers.
“I am with you. Do not fear and wonder what to say. The Spirit will tell you what to say.”
Once again, in blessed silence, came the Great Truth:
“The Lord God is with me!”
Now, I no longer suffer that lonely silence.
I hear him in the cry of the poor, the groans of the imprisoned, the voices of my wife, children and friends.
I hear him in the Scriptures and the moans of the sick.
I hear him in the gurgling laughter of toddlers.
Now, I know:
“Where I am, he is, and where he is, I am also meant to be.”
Today, I pray with great joy,
“Oh Lord, my God, I do love you!”
The Holy Spirit caresses my heart and soothes my soul.
“Divine Mercy, I trust in you!”
Oh, blessed peace!
The Holy Whisper came again:
“Wonderful, is it not? But you have only tasted the beauty of my love. You will thirst for more. And there is so much more—so much more.”