"Golden light skims azure bay,
Dense air heavy with laurel.
Windless dusk smears to night,
Sonorous pool in a sheltered grove."
The Gospel at Mass this evening was the parable of the lost sheep, or of the woman and her marriage coins. The point of the homily was that even more often than we are encouraged to seek God, God is seeking us--not in return, but first. He created us to be in His presence and serve Him. As often as I ask Him to be with me throughout my day, I surely don't do enough to actively and specifically place myself in His presence. There are always new dimensions to a daily spiritual practice, and if I look at them the right way, I don't fall short; I become more open.
Dense air heavy with laurel.
Windless dusk smears to night,
Sonorous pool in a sheltered grove."
The Gospel at Mass this evening was the parable of the lost sheep, or of the woman and her marriage coins. The point of the homily was that even more often than we are encouraged to seek God, God is seeking us--not in return, but first. He created us to be in His presence and serve Him. As often as I ask Him to be with me throughout my day, I surely don't do enough to actively and specifically place myself in His presence. There are always new dimensions to a daily spiritual practice, and if I look at them the right way, I don't fall short; I become more open.
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