And so the question becomes: will I allow myself to believe
that I am the object of Christ’s love? Will I dare to be content more and
more, over and over, to be the one who is endlessly sought after? Or will I prefer to be stranded on my own planet, circling
the Abbey and pretending everything’s really just fine. No, our emptiness and need can
be our joy because they grant us ready access and make us, best of all, totally
available to Christ. That’s why it would be foolish, so very foolish to pretend I’m not
lost, or sinful or empty. What a waste. Why bother?
