Borrowing God’s Love

"For me to love You as You love me, I would have to borrow Your own love."
—St. Thérese of Lisieux

What love could a soul offer that would compare to Infinite Love itself? It is impossible.

. . . But like a mother who gives her child some money so that he can pay for the bouquet of flowers he wants to give her, our God gives us his own divine love so that we can love him in a way that we are utterly incapable of otherwise.

Still Life With Bread, Oil on wood

In the Mass, we are given the opportunity, in the veiled form of Sacrament, to love God as he loves us—to actually love him perfectly.

"Through him, with him, and in him," the priest says as he raises the bread and wine, "O God, almighty Father, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honour is yours forever and ever. Amen." In the Eucharist, Jesus is giving himself—Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity—into our hands as an infinite sacrifice of love to the Father. With those simple words, we join our little sacrifices to the Son's perfect sacrifice, loving God perfectly with "borrowed" divine love.

Though our eyes remain blind to the glorious host of saints and angels that join us in divine worship at every Mass, we truly and fully participate in that wonderful mystery of the Son loving the Father in the unity of the Holy Spirit.  The Mass is a little bit of Heaven on Earth.

 

 

May God bless all of you this Easter Triduum! 

 

About This Painting

The last few months have been a whirlwind as more work has come in than all of last year combined. It is awesome and stressful and I can only begin to explain how grateful I am to have this weekend to pray and rest and spend time with my family.

After finishing up a final few crucial emails this morning, I devoted the rest of the day to art as a sort of "gateway" into the contemplative frame of mind I would like to have this weekend. I spent a fair amount of time looking around for something that I actually felt like painting. I wanted to do something "Easter-y" but every idea was either so cliché or too large a project for the few hours available to me. In the end, I decided to try my hand at a still life image. It proved to be very helpful for calming my frayed nerves, and my toddler was even kind enough to sleep for three whole hours so I could finish it!

So yeah. That explains the random painting of bread.

Posted in Studies, Thoughts About Life.

2 Comments

  1. Beautiful Written Ti! Love how you’ve synthesized this reflection! And the painting is lovely! Easter blessings! 💗

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