In today’s modern world their are very few times if any during our lives when we are physically laying low on the ground. I think skipping this chance to humble ourselves and physically lay prostrate on the ground deprives us of His Mercy and the many Graces that still pour forth with great fervor from the wounds of our Lord, Jesus Christ. If the spring of Mercy and Grace is truly still flowing, wouldn’t the world be slowly filling up with Mercy and Grace from the ground up.
Let us lay low in the Mercy and Grace that continues to cover the ground at the feet of our Mother Mary hidden in the dark folds of her mantle letting her words permeate our souls and knowing that she remains always at the foot of her Son’s Cross, the source of the spring of His Mercy and Grace.
I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to Your Word.
We are all expressions of God’s Love – each existing only as a silent dream, that when whispered from His Heavenly lips came to life.
We are all wounded and broken in some way by this fallen and fragmented world, yet still beautiful as the very act of living expresses His Great and Infinite Love. Welcome all who come to you gently knowing that this sweet, precious, and broken being is an expression of His Love and as you send them forth – send them floating down the river of prayers flowing from your heart, easing their pain and yours for a moment or maybe a lifetime.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy dwelling places of the Most High.
My interest in bubbles was reignited again today after watching a CBS Sunday Morning segment on bubbles. Did you know that bubbles and only bubbles are what give rushing waters their sounds?
The babbling of a brook, the rushing of a river, the breaking of waves and the roar of a waterfall come from the pulse of sound made every time a bubble is formed, therefore the more bubbles formed, the more sound pulses generated and the greater the sound.
Our sweet Lord’s voice was described in Revelation as being like “the roar of many waters”, but maybe it can be more accurately described as being the combination of sound pulses generated as many bubbles are formed – as if He was speaking at the surface or intersection of two different substances, John residing in one substance, and our Lord speaking to him from the other substance.
And I heard a voice from heaven like the roar of many waters…
I used to live in Chicago. I worked downtown and walked by the corner of State and Washington almost everyday. As I was walking by, almost every evening a preacher was standing at the corner with a microphone and speaker addressing everyone walking by.
I never stopped to really listen, but in the hundreds of times I walked by I know I heard him talk about the fires of hell and our need to repent. Unfortunately the few times I even took notice of him, I thought to myself, “Oh my… he’s crazy!”
As I read a passage about John the Baptist this week, I thought about John’s passion and how many at that time thought he was crazy, and my friend back in Chicago came to mind. I am starting to think it would be better to be standing next to him and labeled “crazy” than to be swept away by the desires of this world.
Lord, thank you for creating other souls that are overflowing with passion for You. Please open my eyes to their example of love and zeal for You alone and rise up in me a great passion for You and Your Will and please remove my internal and self imposed obstacles so that I too might someday provide a safe harbor for at least four of Your little souls from the rushing river of this world.