Scripture: Mark
10:17-31
Journal: Where
is your treasure? What do you
treasure? Do you treasure Jesus above
all else? Who, or what, is his biggest
competitor in your life? If you were the
one standing before Jesus, rather than the rich young ruler, what would he ask
you to give up in order to fully follow him?
Reflection: Let
me talk very intimately and very earnestly with you about Him who is dearer
than life. Do you really want to live
your lives, every moment of your lives, in His presence? Do you long for Him, crave Him? Do you love His presence? Does every drop of blood in your body love
Him? Does every breath you draw breathe
a prayer, a praise to Him? Do you sing
and dance within yourselves, as you glory in His love? Have you set yourselves to be His, and only
His, walking every moment in holy obedience?
I know I’m talking like an old-time evangelist. But I can’t help that, nor dare I restrain
myself and get prim and conventional. We
have too long been prim and restrained.
The fires of the love of God, of our love toward God, and His love
toward us, are very hot. “Thou shalt
love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and soul and mind and strength.” Do we really do it? Is love steadfastly directed toward God, in
our minds, all day long? Do we
intersperse our work with gentle prayers and praises to Him? Do we live in the steady peace of God, a
peace down at the depths of our souls, where all strain is gone and God is
already victor over the world, already victor over our weaknesses? This life, this abiding, enduring peace that
never fails, this serene power and unhurried conquest over ourselves, outward
conquest over the world, is meant to be ours.
It is a life that is freed from strain and anxiety and hurry, for
something of the Cosmic Patience of God becomes ours. Are our lives unshakable, because we
are clear down on bed rock, rooted and grounded in the love of God? This is the first and greatest commandment. (A
Testament of Devotion by Thomas Kelly)
Prayers
Closing Prayer: Lord,
you are my Lover, it is you whom I desire.
You flow through my body like a stream, you shine on my face like the
sun. Let me be your reflection. Amen. ~St. Mechthildis
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