It is our emptiness in the presence of the abyss of His reality, our silence in the presence of His infinitely rich silence, our joy in the bosom of the serene darkness in which His light holds us absorbed, it is all this that praises Him.
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation
…and under the chaos and frenzy of Palm Sunday, the crowd shouting
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord—
the King of Israel!”
runs like a great river this “infinitely rich silence” in which Jesus remains in his Father, and his Father in him, through it all.
Lent comes down to this: a moment on the path to the Cross, when the great prophecies lock together, and there is the sudden stillness of a course laid in.
Serving at the Eucharist this morning, it was all I could do at times to stay present to the Liturgy, and not to be drawn into the stillness, or into my own emptiness of heart before that glorious Is-ness…