A few of us
(ICPE Companions and W2W Ministry sisters) were involved in the Carmelite Prayer
Concert celebrating the fifth centenary of the Discalced Carmelite foundress
Saint Teresa of Avila who was born in 1515. We performed in sign language to
the beautiful lines penned by Saint Teresa and transformed into song lyrics by
John Michael Talbot:
Christ has
no body now but yours
No hands, no
feet on earth but yours
Yours are
the eyes through which He looks
With
compassion on the world
Yours are
the feet with which He walks to do good
Yours are
the hands,
With which
He blesses all the world.
Yours are
the hands,
yours are
the feet
yours are
the eyes
You are His
body…
I really
enjoyed performing to such meaningful words yesterday afternoon, such a
powerful reminder for me. Then today we celebrated the feast day of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux who is the patroness of
my parish church. The two Teresas, Saint Teresa of
Jesus and Saint Thérèse of
the Child Jesus and the Holy Face, or Saint Teresa of Avila and Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, are two saints
I admire greatly for being women who lived out their feminine sensibilities to
the fullest and inspired so many with who they were, whether alive or dead.
Both were
strong women, wilful in their youth but such giants in their spirits as adults,
single-minded in their devotion to Christ. They also underwent trials: physical
illness, personal tragedy (both lost their mothers at an early age), rejection and
persecution, and yet, this did not change them, they continued to be true to God, and remained joyful and loving women. They were both
fearless, even in the face of hostility, and humble, ever conscious of their
sinful natures.
The longer
one walks with Jesus, the easier it is to get complacent and to develop blind
spots and become vain, wearing one’s goodness like badge. Prayer can become
routine, and even being good can become so facile that we operate on cruise
control and stop truly listening to Jesus and going where He goes. We do our
own thing, we chart our own course. We become like the rich, young man,
unwilling to step out of our comfort zone. We become missionary disciples on
our own terms, picking and choosing what we want to do, discarding the
uncomfortable and unappealing. We stop losing our lives to gain new life.
I am ever
fearful that I take Jesus for granted, and I stop trying my best to be like Him,
and in so doing, I stop becoming. I stop journeying in a meaningful way, and
maybe even walk away from Jesus. Because of how far I have come, I know how to
be good and I can put on a good performance effortlessly. It is at this point
that I stop being honest with myself, and with Jesus. Here is where the enemy can
enter and wreak havoc for I have stopped trying to be a better person, to be
the real me.
I know I
will always have blind spots, but I also know I can rely on the Holy Spirit to reveal the truth, assuming I ask for His opinion and listen in earnest. This is why
both Saints Teresa and Thérèse
encourage me. They both made time to contemplate their actions daily, to
seek God in the silence of their hearts, and they listened with child-like
humility and sincere contrition. In so doing they were able to deal with
darkness in their time and circumstance by shedding light, and bringing so many to
Christ.
Saint Teresa
and Saint Thérèse, help me always to believe, as you did, in God’s great love for me, so that I can be His hands and feet in the
world, bringing His healing love to all.
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