The monk is a man of sorrow, a man discontented with every illusion, aware of his own poverty, impatient of evasion, who seeks the naked realities that only the desert can reveal. But the monk is also a man of joy, a man at peace with the emptiness of the wilderness, glad of its limitations, loving reality as he finds it, and therefore secure in his humility. He is a man of joy and a man of sorrow both together because he lives by pure hope, he has entered into the secret Christ has taught his chosen ones:that hope gives us, even on earth, the secure possession of our inestimable heritage as sons of God.
We just discovered these words of Thomas Merton. How to fully grasp the inestimable privilege of our belovedness in Christ?