Six-thirty, the alarm goes off. The alarm screams, and so does my body that suffers and asks with authority why it is no longer master and lord. My passionate soul responds that Love is not Loved and that if the body makes memory of this, it will too cry out for the living God! So I kiss my Tau and led by my love for God, I remember that only He is enough.
Cleaning, breakfast, crossdressing glimpses of one same crazy Love that makes every pot of clay a new creation for a new world. God has took the clay and made the vessel that receives the perfume that is from Him, for all the perfumes are from Him and are everlasting.
Praise words, praise songs, psalms of praise, our hearts rise, our hearts goes to God, and He is in our midst. He is presence, always faithful because he cannot deny himself. Wavering praise is being taken and sanctified by words that have walked in the mouths of so many lovers for dozens of centuries – which for Him are only one day! This is the favorable day, the day of salvation, the day without sunset.
The praise ends, the praise begins, the praise is unceasing before the devouring fire that is placed on the altar. Eucharist, fire on the stone altar, on the altar of life, a fusion of hearts, says the little Tereza. Love, O my soul, worship, O my being, you were born for this, you die because you do not die and you do not yet see what your parents, those who heard His voice and did not hardened their hearts, now see. Worship, surrender, weep, fight, win and lose, become ONE, become PEACE for the world. It is impossible to see His face and to remain alive: dies yet lives!
Life comes through the living Word, and everything is recreated in it, and it dwells in us, sets up its tent in our hearts. It is useful to teach, to correct, to exhort, it is sword, it is that sword that the Spouse speaks of: it is enough, Peter, for the battle. It is sweet as honey, bitter in the stomach, corrodes what is old, gives life to the dry bones, tired of daily life. It plucks from the Chronos, dips into the Kairos, baptizes in the so favorable today, because He is among us infallibly and until the end of time. May your Word always be fulfilled, FIAT, AMEN, for I am a servant and son of the handmaiden who gave birth to this Word.
God speaks today and God gives himself today: it is Mass. Feast, sacrifice, union, Calvary, heaven, today I am with Him in paradise. He remembered me, looked at me and spoke to me, gave His flesh, I do not die anymore. He abides in me and I in Him. May all be ONE as we are ONE. It is necessary to announce this!
It rings the bell, formation, listening, God speaks, God creates, an ever new New Work, new wineskins, new hearts that desire, that want, that go forward. It is not easy, but it is “yes“, we can not say another thing, love demands, love consoles, love burns in this “yes“.
Lunch, we have plenty, we miss some, St. Joseph takes care and educates. There’s a brother, there’s talk, there’s a joke, there’s a laugh, a party, and a sharing. There’s a look, there’s affection, there’s forgiveness, there’s unity. There is Jesus. Runs, cares, binds, walks, rides, arrives, prays, works, evangelizes. We are workers in this vineyard. Here is our fulfillment, this is our joy. In a love that accomplishes everything because everything can be done through Him who strengthens us. And if without Him nothing can be done, in Him, through Him and with Him, everything can be accomplished.
Invents, creates, knocks on the door, plays, there’s something new, something wonderful for you too. Comes back, prays again and in a new way, proclaims, cures, renews. It still leaves, divine movement that comes and goes in an incessant trinitarian ball. Returns sleepy, prays, forgiveness, praise and remember us Lord… Let your servant now go in peace, for my eyes have now seen salvation, the Savior. In this sacred today, in this heroic day, in this day of love. Sleeps. Vigils. Watches. Loves. It is happiness. It is Shalom.
Translation: Ellen Bia