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I remember Christ coming to me as a young adult: How blazing was His glory; how dark I saw my own soul to be. Even if Christ is unseen, unfelt, He comes to the soul who calls out for His help, in faith.
I remember being young and experiencing a sudden 'teaching', which told me that we are strangers on this earth.
As a non-Catholic child in a Catholic school, I used to look at the figure on the Cross, wondering who He was, and why He was there.
I remember the peace and order in my nursery class.
One day, I showed Christ my true secret thoughts. He did not scorn such little woes, but rewarded me for my honesty about that truth.
Christ showed me how He was gathering together - for this moment and this task - all the strands of my life.
When a soul gives up its personal ambitions, for the love of Christ, Christ gives to it the robe it will wear as it walks towards the Father.
Then he took my soul upwards, on silent wings, into His own 'unknowing' prayer.
What a vast space - as it were - is the soul which has been prepared by God. When personal needs are small, thousands may shelter.
This is my present task, I learned: Like a child handing out pearls from a basket, unaware of their great worth, yet sharing their beauty.
As I prayed, in communion with Christ and His Mother, my little flame of prayer was part of the great flame, ascending.
The more I treasure Christ's friendship and believe in His Gospel, the more frequently He supports me - by His power - at a great height, before the Father.
Christ showed me that while I hold onto Him, others hold onto me. How many persons rely on me, as I rely on Him!
I saw the soul 'expanding', the heart lifted high, above local and personal concerns, to embrace, also, a great number of other persons.
I saw Christ, after the Consecration. He stood before the altar, hands upraised, praying His priestly prayers (ours, too) to the Father above.
Once, sitting in prayer, making requests for myself and others, I was resting half into Heaven, it seemed, in utter peace.
Christ brought my soul to a mountain-top and to His Holy Company; how many compromises and failings (I learned) had lengthened my journey.
Christ showed me how few say 'welcome' with any truth. How few, in Communion, reveal their hearts to Him.
It was Christ who had brought me to the Father, as though whispering to the Father whilst I was held on Christ's hand.
Within my heart, people 'in need' are as sparks within a flame, caught up in the blaze of prayer which ascends to God.
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