B16 on Holiness

To be holy does not mean being superior to others; the saint can be very weak, with many mistakes in his life. Holiness is this profound contact with God, becoming a friend of God: it is letting the Other work, the Only One who can really make the world both good and happy.

Cardinal Ratzinger

The Presence

How do I began to explain my joy in feeling the Divine Presence moving and acting in my life? How can one describe how this feels?

At times I can sense It stronger and at other times less so. It waxes and wanes like some cosmic tide. When my mind is focused, empty of temptation and negative thoughts, I can feel Its guiding Grace. It is there during prayer and naturally strongest after receiving the Eucharist.

I have always felt it when I'm in a creative mode (like right now!) or when viewing art. Some would say this is "only" what is described as the aesthetic emotion. In art class I would hold back explaining how my creative process worked. I would though, tell them that the same feeling I have when viewing art work is the same as when I am creating. They still thought I was a bit nuts.(lol) How could I dare tell them that this gift, this talent for creating had origins in the Divine? How could I tell them that I was, for lack of a better word, channeling the Holy Spirit? Is this what happens when one "lets go and lets God"? I have always thought this may be true and now I'm fairly certain of it.

We are created by God, in His image, so it's only natural that the need to create be apart of what we are. No other animal on this planet produces art for its own sake. No creature, other then ourselves, can appreciate beauty. Is this all just apart of higher brain function? I think not...

Homecoming...

As a child I return to the Christ.

My life to this point,
Has ended,
Today I enter into my new life,
A life of Love,
And service to the Divine,
A new beginning,
Reincarnated in Spirit,
And in Mind,
I set out to seek the Way of Christ,
To follow that path that leads to salvation,
Not just for myself,
Yet for all I may encounter along the Way.

Not just with words,
For words are not enough,
For no one listens any more,
So rapped up in the circuses of our age,
So trapped in the race for capital,
So lost in desires of the flesh,
They are deaf to the Word.

With silent actions,
Movements of Grace,
In these ways,
I shall make my mark upon them,
Over time they may see,
The light of true reality,
And come unto God,
As He wants them to be.

I was a man,
Removed from my spiritual home,
Deep in my misery,
In a pit of my own creation,
But through the Love of Christ,
As a child,

I return...