The world today needs saints—hundreds, thousands, and millions of saints! Hate, fear, despair vanish like mist in the sun before men and women in love with God, men and women of sanctity.
Sanctity comes from much loving. For this we have been created: to love our neighbor, and through him, to love God. Loving is fun. Loving is joy. Loving brings peace. loving means serving and forgetting oneself for others. Learn how to love and you will receive everything you need.
We are all called to be saints. Not to be a saint is the greatest tragedy that can befall a Christian today!
~ A Meditation by Catherine De Hueck Doherty
“You are God’s chosen race, his saints; he loves you, and you should be clothed in sincere compassion, in kindness and humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with one another; forgive each other as soon as a quarrel begins. The Lord has forgiven you; now you must do the same. Over all these clothes, to keep them together and complete them, put on love.” ~ Colossians 3:12-14
Was I conceived in love,
and for love?
We are all born
with your precious DNA in our hearts and souls,
We come to experience life
in order to discover You.
You have chosen to abide
in the deepest chambers of our hearts.
You have left my side.
Human love is so conditional
and limited, but when we are inspired
and touch by Your divine love,
our love can be transform
and become real. Alive!
Your love is everlasting,
You have placed your heart
so full of tender mercy and love
O, how blessed I am,
Your love gives me life,
gives me hope,
gives me joy.
Your love is my stronghold
and my peace.
All my life you have been
by my side,
and that suffices.
I was born for love.
We are born for love.
Because You are love.
King of my heart and soul.
Love in One.
Pure and Perfect!
I can say like the Sufi mystic and poet Rumi: “Love came and it made me empty. Love came and it filled me with the Beloved. It became the blood in my body. It became my arms and my legs. It became everything! Now all I have is a name, the rest belongs to the Beloved.”
The madness of love Is a blessed fate; And if we understood this We would seek no other: It brings into unity
What was divided, And this is the truth: Bitterness it makes sweet, It makes the stranger a neighbor, And what was lowly it raises on high.
Let’s make a resolution to be gentle with one another, to speak words that build one another’s confidence and trust, to see only what is godly in one another, and to guard our thoughts against accusations that can tear the bleeding body of Jesus Christ. We are restorers of life, first within our own hearts, then this year we each decrease, and that the presence of the humble and majestic Christ grows in each of us through the power of the sanctifying Holy Spirit.
Let us pray for one another and keep the door of our hearts open to receive more and more life. Let no one be afraid, for God is melting, through the power of the Incarnation, the fear that is in all of us.
Nothing can overcome you. Let God dwell in you, move in you. Let him consume you. He alone is trustworthy. He is the only one who will never hurt or disappoint you. Embrace every minute of every day with childlike trust, and pray for faith and more faith.
Life is short. Our most important focus from now until we see God face to face is to be consumed by love in order to love. All things in the world fade, but love is eternal.
~ A Meditation by Catherine De Hueck Doherty
Night after night these sunsets spread their thrill,
confound me in my dreaming for an hour. I lift my mind in wonder to the power of color glorified by light until I know the miracle each western hill sees when the scattered clouds come into flower— petals of shining roses and a shower of flushed gold falls, and my wild heart is still.
Now for a time the soul is visible, luminous wings lift out on either side and I am faint who house this beautiful gold bird; my clouds of thought are glorified. Color and light possess me. I am one with stars and moonlight and the dying sun.
~ A poem by Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit (Jessica Powers), O.C.D.
Because people do not love, the world is a very cold place. There is lust. There is temporary commitment to what appears to be love. But real love is something else entirely.
Love is God. Love is a Person. Love is stronger than death. The heart of God calls us to give him our heart, which means to give him ourselves. We must hold nothing back. It is by loving God in the nitty-gritty routine of our daily life that we make up for the coldness of others hearts.
~ By Catherine de Hueck Doherty
“All that came to be had life in him and that life was the light of men, the light that shines in the dark, a light that darkness could not overpower.” ~ John 1:4-5
Many people aren’t particularly interested in God. But there is probably no one who is not interested in love. This interest may be distorted—love can be sought where it can’t be found. Still, it is love which, more than anything, occupies us in all that we do and are.
Literature, art, theatre, movies—everything focuses on love, and it can’t be any other way. The human being has an innate longing for love; to be human is to long for love.
God is love. Where love is found, there is God. It is God who stirs this human hunger, and it is God alone who ultimately can satisfy it.
Even where God is not known, love between human beings can be deep, true, faithful. In this case, it is divine and has its origin in God. Still, the human heart can never find complete rest until it has come to know the source of love.
The source is inexhaustible. In God there is always more love to be had. And it is precisely God’s infinity that can satisfy our hunger for love. No matter how great and beautiful human love may be, it only attains its true value if we have found the origin of love.
God will not close our hearts to human love, friendship, tenderness, intimacy. But he will open your heart to the love that will never be extinguished or die, and that love exists in him.
You drench me in your blessedness— pressed down, compacted, flowing over, till here I am, a child caught in a storm of love, saturated with these discarnate ecstasies.
Your ways are masterful. Your generosity, now captive in my starveling heart, loads me with luxurious garments, crown and jewels— treasures gained by you in times long past, and yet enduring into our eternal now.
You are willing captive to my abject, but trustingly prosaic, homeliness.
Where do we go from here? Into some fastness of delight and fortitude, a refuge for those wanderers, besotted by your love?
I cannot conceive (nor do I try) what you have in store for me, but rest in faith’s patient hope, and love’s fierce faith.
It is you who taught me how to love— assiduous, recklessly adventurous and all the while imprisoned deep within your mighty stronghold of a heart.