The older I get the more the years seems to pass rapidly.
Time as the young person experiences it is an illusion gone in the blink of an eye.
Young people want to grow up, and go out into the world to do their own thing.
So many endless years before them with possibility.
There was a time when I could look backwards and forwards. A feeling that
perhaps I was half way through my journey of life and prayer contained in this
human cycle of existence. I was sorry for some things if I am honest. Missed
opportunities . Waisted graces, and hurting loved ones . Not really fully loving
God and my neighbour. But I could also look forward to hopefully enough years to
redress the balance in the other half of my life.
Now as I look through the windows of my place of prayer and the ever rapidly passing seasons
I understand that there may be no endless years to come. I understand all life is sacred.
All life is a gift, but it is fragile. It can end in the blink of an eye. Actually we live our whole
life in the light of eternity. Each hour could be the last hour on earth for anyone of us.
The Gospel warns us that we do not know the hour in which the master will come and call us.
Actually this does not make me sad in any way. It is the reverse. In the words of the mass I
wait in joyful hope. As I grow older I have let go of everything and each moment simply
reach out into God for He alone is lasting. I learn to see Gods goodness in all I face, and experience.
I cherish the exchanges with my Brothers and Sisters, but equally respect they need the time and
space to work out this journey. I understand that much of what we discuss now is only within the
context of a conversation that never ends. It will have to be completed the next side of the eternity.
There is nothing spectacular about this journey. It is in the very ordinary things that we learn to seek
and explore. Learn to love and hold, and when it is time to let go again. Always from the old we travel
to the new. The end is the point that we begin from, and the very best will be yet to come.
There is no room for pride on this journey. I think we become ever more aware of our failings
and short comings. If our past were the bench mark no single person could claim they were
worthy to come within our walls. What is important is not what happened to lead us to our
Society of Prayer, but what we become once we have joined.
In the end everything is gift. The pure gift of love. Just think what God must be really like
who is the giver of the gifts ? We may in our most honest moments think we are no more
than the poor men and women of God. Brothers and Sisters knocking on the gates of Paradise
asking for mercy. But the love of God is all consuming. God is mercy within mercy
A Member of the Community.( Society of Prayer )