Oh Lord, purify me, make me a chalice in which you dwell, offer your sacrifice in me and spread your love through me. Let me shine like gold, adorn me with the jewels of virtue that I may always be open to you. Fill me. Overflow me. Let me be like that most perfect vessel, the Singular Vessel of Devotion, She to whom I cry for protection against the Evil One. I ask this for your glory, for the vessel is nothing without the sustenance inside, the cup nothing unless it is filled. Oh Lord, purify me.

Give me a word, Abba

Monday, February 20, 2012

Riding the Horse


If I had a mantra, that might be it. As it is, I am not nearly well known enough for a mantra to be worth it.

I would like to muse on the concept of Riding the Horse. One of the great things about knowing where to find an english-speaking priest in Rome is that occasionally he can hear your confession if he's not tying on his maniple. Today, good old Fr. [insert name here] hadn't yet tied one on, so he was ready to perform the rite.

I have said before that I am particularly plagued with that horrible pathology known as Emotionalism. It leads to such things as sentimentalist expressions of love, bitter expressions of dissatisfaction and more importantly, eating the nearest hamburger on impulse.

After confessing that last one (just joking), Fr. [insert name here] told me that the mind must ride the body like a person rides a horse. We can't let the horse lead the way. He doesn't know the way. The fact that the body is an important part of the journey should not be taken for granted. It does need reining in, though. We can't just go into every bakery that smells good (his analogy.) In fact, there is a bakery I pass every day on my way back from studio and boy does it smell good. Fortunately, I can't afford to act on impulse, so I don't buy anything. The funny thing is, we hardly ever think about how much we can afford spiritually. How often do we think about spiritual capital? Not often. Of course, in my youth I learned about the Capital of Grace from the Schoenstatt Movement, so there's that. However, the lessons we learn in our youth are so often forgotten.

We can't afford to let the body do our thinking for us. Or our emotions. Sometimes we want to say something about someone. But can we afford to destroy someone's reputation? Sometimes we want to say something to someone, but can we afford to destroy a friendship? Sometimes we feel like giving into temptation not knowing that the more we do that, greater hold the devil has on us. We an ill afford to let that happen for our souls.

The thing about confession is that it brings us back into the love of the Father (through the ritual performed by a father). The value of fathers in today's world is debated a lot. I would just say that fathers are one of the best things ever. They always have important things to say.

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