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Is this my burning bush, signaling the undeniable presence of God in my midst? Indeed, I can swing for joy at the tremendous love God has poured upon me. I too often forget that I am walking on "holy ground."
My heart often yearns to walk on "holy ground." I've walked the streets of Rome, Italy, pondering how the first Christians, Peter, Paul and others, walked before me. I've walked in the footsteps of the saintly Foundresses of my Community, Blessed Celine and Venerable Servant of God Hedwig, who laid the foundations of the Sisters of the Resurrection in that same Eternal City. It was easy to cherish the true meaning of honoring the relics of saints and martyrs who have gone before us. These authentic remembrances help us to get close in a tangible way, to those who tried, as I do, to give themselves completely to Christ and to His Church.
After such treasured experiences, I come back to my ordinary life and become more aware of the footsteps that I follow in my home, at my work, in the parish, wherever I go. I forget too easily that these are the footsteps of tomorrow's saints. I live and work and befriend so many and forget to realize the treasures they are.
Yes, God is most definitely in our midst, sometimes shining forth in the beautiful sunset or foliage around us. God is present too, in the good people in my life. Nothing can separate me from the love of Christ, poured forth each day. He is Risen. He is with us until the end of time. And where He is is HOLY. Knowing this brings me to the peace described in Psalm 62.
There are times when I do not easily recognize sanctity in myself or in others with whom I live or work or befriend. My spiritual life passes through seasons, like our physical world, when the resplendent leaves begin to fade and fall from the trees and the winter comes. I still walk on "holy ground" at these bleak times and I still know deep in my inner being that the Risen Christ walks with me. How can I not be peaceful and at rest?
My heart often yearns to walk on "holy ground." I've walked the streets of Rome, Italy, pondering how the first Christians, Peter, Paul and others, walked before me. I've walked in the footsteps of the saintly Foundresses of my Community, Blessed Celine and Venerable Servant of God Hedwig, who laid the foundations of the Sisters of the Resurrection in that same Eternal City. It was easy to cherish the true meaning of honoring the relics of saints and martyrs who have gone before us. These authentic remembrances help us to get close in a tangible way, to those who tried, as I do, to give themselves completely to Christ and to His Church.
After such treasured experiences, I come back to my ordinary life and become more aware of the footsteps that I follow in my home, at my work, in the parish, wherever I go. I forget too easily that these are the footsteps of tomorrow's saints. I live and work and befriend so many and forget to realize the treasures they are.
Yes, God is most definitely in our midst, sometimes shining forth in the beautiful sunset or foliage around us. God is present too, in the good people in my life. Nothing can separate me from the love of Christ, poured forth each day. He is Risen. He is with us until the end of time. And where He is is HOLY. Knowing this brings me to the peace described in Psalm 62.
There are times when I do not easily recognize sanctity in myself or in others with whom I live or work or befriend. My spiritual life passes through seasons, like our physical world, when the resplendent leaves begin to fade and fall from the trees and the winter comes. I still walk on "holy ground" at these bleak times and I still know deep in my inner being that the Risen Christ walks with me. How can I not be peaceful and at rest?