Irrepetible

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“Alégrense en el bien que se les ha dado” -St. Teresa de Ávila

¿Qué es lo que te hace diferente? ¿Qué es único para ti? Definitivamente hay algo, siempre hay algo, todos tenemos algo. ¿Qué es para ti? Hay un aspecto científico de singularidad, tenemos ADN y seguramente es una singularidad en nuestro ser, pero ¿hay más?

Por ejemplo, tengo un nombre muy distinto, es una carga y una bendición desde su ortografía hasta su pronunciación. Pero se ha convertido en un rompehielos para conocer gente y para que la gente me conozca. He encontrado que cuando la gente se conoce por primera vez empieza a preguntar de la vida personal, a una deriva casi natural. Siempre comenzamos con “Hola, ¿cómo se llama?”. Es tan rutinario que olvidamos dar un paso atrás y preguntarnos por qué un nombre es lo primero que nos interesa de un extraño. Podemos argumentar que es solo una práctica común o una norma social. Casi de inmediato surge esta pregunta: “¿Hay algún significado detrás de su nombre?”

Naturalmente, buscamos encontrar que es lo que hace una persona diferente del resto, buscamos y buscamos y probamos hasta que llegamos a la individualidad de esa persona.

“¿Qué te gusta hacer?”

“¿Qué haces actualmente?”

“¿Qué quieres hacer?”

“¿Cuál es tu historia?”

Estos son pequeños acercamientos al alma de otra persona y podemos tomarlos a la ligera considerándolos simplemente “charla pequeña”, pero revelan mucho más. Revelan nuestros talentos y dones personales. Y sin embargo, ¿hemos considerado cuáles son? ¿Cuáles son esas cosas que dan fruto de felicidad en nuestra vida? ¿Qué es diferente de nuestra forma de ver las cosas?

Nuestros deseos interiores, por un lado, tienen el potencial de rebelarnos esto. Son semillas de Dios . . . son semillas de Dios. Son las cosas que animan nuestra alma y forman nuestro carácter. ¿Nos deberemos preguntar, ‘cuáles son estas cosas?’

“Me gustan las historias personales, así que voy a sentarme con alguien y escuchar el viaje de su vida.”

“Quiero pureza de corazón, así que voy a buscarlo a través de la oración y la acción.”

Yo quiero

Yo quiero

Yo quiero

¿Dónde encuentra nuestra voluntad su impulso y deseo si no desde el corazón? Las pequeñas semillas que se encuentran en el centro de nuestro corazón son las que alimentan nuestra voluntad, nuestras pasiones, nuestra razón y, si no sabemos qué son, cómo podemos alimentarlas y hacerlas fructíferas. Las semillas del talento, las semillas del don, las semillas del carácter, la gracia, el amor y el deseo están a nuestro alcance, solo tenemos que saber cómo llegar a ellos y qué podar. Esto es lo que nos distingue. Y está en nuestro poder conocernos a nosotros mismos como Dios nos conoce, nos dio la gracia para lograr esto y nuestra respuesta marca la diferencia.

No hay otra persona como usted. Usted es único y la totalidad de su ser, cuerpo y alma, es tan distinta como los genes en su cuerpo. Por la gracia de Dios llegarás a darte cuenta de la singular e irrepetible expresión de amor que Él desea revelar al mundo a través de ti.

¿Esta manifestación de amor depende de nosotros? No. ¿Existe independientemente de nuestra participación? Sí! Pero, ¿se puede expresar de manera tangible sin nuestra participación? No, Dios elige hacerlo de esta manera. No porque él necesite nuestra ayuda para amar, sino porque nos ama y quiere que lo experimentemos a través del amor. El amor existe independiente de nuestro ser, pero no puede expresarse sin nuestro ser.

Hay un lienzo que está esperando ser llenado. Muestra una vida y, sin embargo, representa toda la vida. Nuestra unidad en el amor proporciona los trazos y, sin embargo, al final es nuestra persona individual que, cuando se unen, crea una belleza artística.

Dios hizo a cada persona no por el bien de la producción en masa, sino que en su Omnisciencia sabía que por cada persona que creaba habría una manera más irrepetible de amar. Su amor encuentra su expresión en nosotros y es nuestra existencia individual la que crea la ventana a través de la cual fluye el amor. La dignidad de nuestra existencia y el valor de nuestro trazo en el lienzo de la vida se atestigua en el amor. ¿Cómo pintaremos nuestra porción de amor?

 

Unrepeatable

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“Rejoice in the good that has been given to you” -St. Teresa of Avila

What is it that makes you different? What is unique about you? There is definitely something, there is always something, we all have something. What is it for you? There is the scientific aspect of uniqueness, we have DNA and it surely points to a singularity in our being but is there more?

I for instance have a very distinct name, it is a burden and a blessing from its spelling to its pronunciation. I’ve been challenged to find creative ways of helping people remember it and I have even added little phrases like, “it is like saying, ‘No-Emmy’ from the Emmy awards”. But it has become an icebreaker to get to know people and for people to get to know me. I have found that when people meet each other for the first time, an almost natural drift occurs towards asking personal questions. We always begin with, “Hello, what is your name?” It is so routine that we forget to step back and wonder why a name is the first thing that interests us about a stranger. We can argue that it is just a common practice or a social norm. But what usually follows after we are given the name? Almost immediately there is this question: “Is there a meaning behind it?”

We naturally seek to find that which makes a person different from the rest, we search and we inquire and we probe until we come to see the individuality of that person.

“What do you like to do?”

“What do you currently do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“What is your story?”

These are little approaches to another person’s soul and we can take them lightly considering them simply “small talk”, but they reveal so much more. They reveal our personal talents and gifts. And yet, have we considered what those are? What are those things that bear the fruit of happiness in our life? What is it in our way of being that reveals a love and expression of joy distinct from anyother?

Our inner desires, for one, have the potential of revealing this to us. They are not random pulses of the heart that want to be realized, they are seeds of life, of love placed there by God. Those things that animate our soul and form our character. What are those things that bring us joy and exercise our will?

I like personal stories so I will sit with someone and listen to their life’s journey.              I desire purity of heart so I will seek to understand it through prayer and action.

I will.

I will.

I will.

Where does our will find its drive and desire if not from the heart. Little seeds that lie at the center of our heart are what feed our will, our emotions, our intellect and if we do not know what they are how can we nourish them and make them fruitful. The seeds of talent, the seeds of gift, the seeds of character, grace, love, and desire are all within reach we just have to know how to get to them and which to prune. This is what sets us apart. And it is in our power to know ourselves as God knows us, he gave us the grace to achieve this and our response makes all the difference.

There is not another one of you who will take the baton as in a relay, you are it and the wholeness of your being, body and soul, is as distinct as the genes in  your body. Through God’s grace you will come to realize the singular and unrepeatable expression of love that He desired to reveal to the world through you.

Does this manifestation of Love depend on us? No. Does it exist regardless of our participation? Yes! But can it tangibly be expressed without our participation? No, God choose to make it this way. Not because he needs our help in loving but because he Loves us and wants us to experience Him in and through love. Love exists regardless of our being but it cannot be expressed without our being. There is a canvas that is waiting to be filled. It displays one life and yet represents all life. Our unity in love provides the strokes and yet in the end it is our individual person-hood that, when put together, creates its artistic beauty.

God made each person not for the sake of mass production but in his Omniscience he knew that for each person he created there would be one more unrepeatable way of loving. His love finds its expression in us and it is our individual existence that creates the window through which love flows. The dignity of our existence and the worth of our stroke on the canvas of life is witnessed in love. How will you paint your portion of love?

All So Still

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“He came also stille . . . As dewe in Aprille, That falleth on the flowr”

(Anonymous, 15th Century)

Stillness shouldn’t be hard to master, it is simply a pause in the ripple of time. Along the many roads traveled we find one similarity . . . each one experiences a halt in time for a moment of refreshment and reflection. Where are we going anyway? And in such a hurry.

I was recently brought to reflect on a compilation of Anonymous 15th Century writers and in this collection, I fell upon the quotation above. It is not necessarily a poem about God as much as it is about love, but I couldn’t help putting both together as I read.

How does dew fall onto nature? Well we could imagine, in an abstract way, the similarity of Mary’s moment of Fiat when the Holy Spirit descended on her. It is a sight to behold and yet it is very much an invisible phenomenon. First, we see a density in the air and immediately pin point the mist that will later become the dew. Next, appear small droplets of water resting on leaves, grass, and every other visible surface creating the dew that magnifies the beauty of creation. In any case the dense mist, as important as it is, does not witness to its presence until it becomes the dew that we all marvel at in wonder

It forms during the stillness of the night, when we are most at rest, just as the Spirit appeared to Mary when her heart lay still in prayer, so too, the mist descends and consumes every bit of exposed nature. It really is a beautiful sight, it certainly is, specially as the sun rays strike the canvas of creation giving it a natural glow, magnifying the surfaces it rests on. So too after becoming the resting place of God, Mary is magnified in the Spirit.

The Spirit reflects the mist.

Our hearts supplement nature.

Pure Love reflects the dew formed on creation.

Grace. Brings together this divine encounter.

There is no encounter with grace without an open heart. Just as the dew cannot form on a surface that is not exposed. We desire grace and yet we hide from it. Just the same we seek the Spirit and yet we run in haste from it. We encounter stillness and yet we disturb its silence. It is a sacred moment when the heart is still, and the mist consumes its beating cry.

“He comes all so still” as does the dew at the dawn of April. He comes to rest in our heart as the dew on blossomed flowers. He unites in love to the soul who opens himself freely.

So, we stand still with hearts exposed. Hoping with delight to be claimed as a victim of love, consumed by the touch of grace and renewed in the light of day. The heart seeks to rest in the Spirit, it desires union with God, and all we are asked to do is remain still and allow him to come.

This grace is not reserved for the saints who bask in Beatitude. It’s for the sinner who reposes in the hope of love.