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Lady_Love
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Although, I believe it is important to has logical, rational, reasonable explanations for our faith but I think charity and compassion are the most important. I have to remind myself that the devil is my enemy not human beings. Human beings are my brother and sister, valued at the high price of Jesus’ body and blood.
I sang a funeral today and there was a row of obviously homosexuals in the pew. I had such love and compassion for them. I thought" Here is a sinner, just like me, here is one who needs Jesus so desperately, just like me, here is one who is deceived, confused, searching, longing, needing, just like me. Here is one who fears the rejection of God, just like me. Here is one that Jesus wants, just like me." I thought of the scripture, “While you were still in your sin, Jesus died for you.” I wanted to go up to them, hug them and tell them how happy I was that they were at Mass with me (I was singing so I couldn’t). In them, I saw my wounded Jesus, often rejected, weak, shunned, and I loved them.
I thought of how scary it might be to be asked to leave everything behind. To leave all that gives you a sense of security, identity and acceptance and to abandon that which you think makes you feel loved to live a life of indefinite chastity. Very scary, I think.
I sang. I sang my heart out for love of them, trying desperately to translate the love that Jesus has for them, a love so magnanimous that it would convince them to take a leap of faith. Even if the leap was only an inch for one inch closer to God is…closer to God.
Jesus, draw all of us with bleeding and broken hearts closer to you. Do not let us make our sin a barrier to receiving your love and being transformed by it. Do not let us get discouraged by our feeble efforts, our weakness of faith, our fears, our low self-worth, for we are so far from perfection. I see your mountain of perfection, with its steep climbs and sheer faces of rock. I look at myself with broken legs, broken arms, a broken heart and a broken spirit and get discouraged. If you do not come a rescue me I should be lost forever! You, Lord did descend from heaven to me for I could never reach you, Thank you. Thank you, Thank you.
I sang a funeral today and there was a row of obviously homosexuals in the pew. I had such love and compassion for them. I thought" Here is a sinner, just like me, here is one who needs Jesus so desperately, just like me, here is one who is deceived, confused, searching, longing, needing, just like me. Here is one who fears the rejection of God, just like me. Here is one that Jesus wants, just like me." I thought of the scripture, “While you were still in your sin, Jesus died for you.” I wanted to go up to them, hug them and tell them how happy I was that they were at Mass with me (I was singing so I couldn’t). In them, I saw my wounded Jesus, often rejected, weak, shunned, and I loved them.
I thought of how scary it might be to be asked to leave everything behind. To leave all that gives you a sense of security, identity and acceptance and to abandon that which you think makes you feel loved to live a life of indefinite chastity. Very scary, I think.
I sang. I sang my heart out for love of them, trying desperately to translate the love that Jesus has for them, a love so magnanimous that it would convince them to take a leap of faith. Even if the leap was only an inch for one inch closer to God is…closer to God.
Jesus, draw all of us with bleeding and broken hearts closer to you. Do not let us make our sin a barrier to receiving your love and being transformed by it. Do not let us get discouraged by our feeble efforts, our weakness of faith, our fears, our low self-worth, for we are so far from perfection. I see your mountain of perfection, with its steep climbs and sheer faces of rock. I look at myself with broken legs, broken arms, a broken heart and a broken spirit and get discouraged. If you do not come a rescue me I should be lost forever! You, Lord did descend from heaven to me for I could never reach you, Thank you. Thank you, Thank you.