It was the night before the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ (Corpus Christi). As I was doing some journaling, I had to stop… spontaneous tears began falling down my cheeks…
I knelt for a moment in front of my little prayer altar, kissed my cross, and wiped my tears on it thanking Jesus for all He has done and is doing to transform my heart and spirit. I wondered why the whole world can’t wake up and see how beautiful and Loving Jesus is… how He and the Father and the Spirit are always at work drawing us deeper and deeper into the Kingdom of their Love. We make things so hard for ourselves.
I snapped this picture after praying just to add a picture of my altar in my journal. I think I’ve shared a picture of it before. Out of view is a pewter flat angel with a feather on it for my guardian angel.
I was amazed to see a tear pouring from our Lord’s eye – it’s wasn’t visible when I looked at the altar with my naked eyes, so I didn’t see this tear when I took the picture.
I know – it’s an artifact of light – but that’s the simple explanation for what is a moment of poetry… our Lord understood my tears – I was crying for Him as much as I was crying in thanksgiving for the journey of prayer, I’ve shared with Him in His Precious Blood. He allowed me to be a brief prayerful agency of the true sadness He feels at people not inviting Him into their lives and rejecting His Love. Pray with me… let’s pray that not a single person in this world will be without His Mercy and Love.
Considering sharing a picture that surprised you and gave you a boost in faith and joy…