May 19 2009
Who Are You Now
“His mercies are new every morning.”
May 19 2009
Published by gabrielle at 1:36 am under Divine Mercy, Hope, Humility
“His mercies are new every morning.”
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And indeed, His mercies are indeed new every morning; this morning, I woke up as Cindy Crawford. Just kidding, tho’ that is the name I introduce myself with at church meetings. Most of the women roar, but most of the men just nod, “Nice to meet you, Cindy.”
For real, each day begins truly new –in Him. I’m not the same as I was even a week ago, nor are you. But He is.
Waking up in the morning and saying Yes, thank You God for this new day, and help me to love what You love in me – that’s a good start I think.
I recall a dozen or so years ago making a remark to a RN about mentally-suffering halfway house folks she was overseeing. I realize that some were on drugs for hallucinations and delusions, etc., but I still said it – “What they need more than anything is a hug from God.” She snorted in derision, “They need a lot more than that!” I meant of course if they knew it was God –the Creator of the whole universe! — Who was hugging them, the good God they once heard of (or hadn’t previously heard of), the God Who died for love of precisely themselves–as is; it would be their greatest medicine. I can’t help but think there’s a too-loveless base for insanity, just as there is a too-loveless base for despair.
We all were slated for that Hug..weren’t we taught that we are to know love and serve Him in this world, so as to be happy with Him forever in the next? Well, we can know and love Him here, but we can’t serve Him except via Christ’s new commandment –serve one another. And what does a Parent, Brother, Friend (Creator, Saviour, Personal Champion) do with us? Well, He touches us. He smiles and lays hands on us. He gathers us in as a hen gathers her chicks, and lays down life for ours, as is. He says, “Here, put your hand in My side and my nail prints..Love is alive and well, and Love Himself loves you.” He hugs with joy, despite our goofiness and sinfulness and mere-dustness.. And yet, how can the under-treasured ever believe God is a hands-on God, except in the most terrifying ways, unless we are (as the saints say) His arms. That is why the Church fights so hard to uphold Man’s dignity at all stages of life. She knows we are not just wanted, but Treasured!
Tho’ earthly love-ers of us come in as a close second, people are loved unconditionally only consistently by One. And as St. Paul says, there is nothing that can separate us from God’s love for us. If God is for us, who can be against us? Indeed, God is for us. We may have to shape up, but God is for us.
It is an enormous blessing — too enormous for one to keep to oneself — to wake up knowing we are Treasured. Cherished. Fought for, died for, and — come hell or high water — won. But even we who have known it, forget that, and we might also forget He is the God of “70 times 7 times!” If I woke up, there is no way I’ve exhausted His mercies.
Hence, too, perhaps, the gift of the elderly remaining with us, and with their fellow older Mountain-climbers, long after they inwardly wouldn’t mind being detained from their Hug no longer. It’s another day to love others, if not to be loved. Another day to hug gently and compassionately and encouragingly, if not to be hugged. Arms, winks, smiles, prayers, kind honesty, advice, tears of empathy and pity — in the Name of His — Who left them behind via His sacraments and His beloved peoples of every age, in every age.