An Ocean of Gentleness

An Ocean of Gentleness

. .The Lord’s faithful love is from forever ago, to forever from now for those who honor him. Ps. 103:17

“People were bringing children to Jesus so that he would bless them. . .”:Don’t forbid them because the reign of God belongs to people like these children.

“Love, open on me–for I am very tiny-the viscera of Your love and kindness. Pour on me the cataracts of Your gracious fatherly nurturing. Break  over me fountains of unlimited mercy. Absorb me in the depths of Your love. Drown me in the flood of your living love, like a drop loses itself in the ocean’s fullness. Let me die in the tsunami of Your immense compassion, as a little spark of fire fizzles in the streams surging current. Let the raindrops of Your kind love make me cling to you.” St. Gertrude the Great.

In The Daily Prayer for All Seasons, there is a prayer located in the morning prayer of Ordinary Time which reads:

“Holy One, we are too often blinded by trivial matters. Lord may our attention be diverted now from these things, and may we become as little children, trusting and seeking with love to cross bridges that we have not crossed in the past.”

Our streets are full of homeless, mentally ill, and people who can not afford a place to live.  Drug use is up all over the country in every walk of life. We live in our own “tribes” and our way of living is the only way.

It is in our living in our protective tribes that we set up the majority of people in the world to suffer in physical needs, psychological needs, and spiritual.  For example I have health insurance, and all that goes with it. My friends on the street do not have that privilege, or the privilege of seeing a therapist, or the privilege of food and a place to live every day. We live in our tribes are are afraid to reach out, and give of ourselves.

For example I was told in the past week that I was “eccentric” and “unconventional”.  Maybe in the eyes of the person who told me that, because I live my life differently from his. But as I look at myself I see that I have a good education which I use to its very best in service, and for nearly twenty five years have served my “tribe”‘ I travel, I go to movies, the symphony and the opera, I hang out with the rich, the poor, the middle class, and I live simply, but in a nice room, have nice clothes–so really how eccentric is that, how “unconventional is that.”

The story of Dives and the rich man is a story of tribes. The rich man finds it impossible to cross into Dive’s  world and lets him suffer, not out of meanness, simply out of the  fear of entering his world. He finds himself in the hell of his own tribe.

As we move into Lent, let us turn our eyes to Jesus, and see how prayer without action is meaningless,  and action can be simply praying for someone and giving money to help others, action can be simply sitting with someone who is in pain, and action can be simply to stop labeling people, stop judging people, until we take the log out of our own eye.

Becoming like children is to look at the world with wonder, to love people without labels, and with out guile, and wanting something in return.

This Lent I am trying to move into the ocean of gentleness until I drown, until all if see is God in that gentleness. I want to die in “the tsunami of Your immense compassion.” I encourage you to join me.

“Drown me in the flood of your living love, like a drop loses itself in the ocean’s fullness. Let me die in the tsunami of Your immense compassion, as a little spark of fire fizzles in the streams surging current. Let the raindrops of Your kind love make me cling to you.””

Fr, River Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.,

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

www,temenos.org

415-305-2124

 

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