Meditations

SET ME APART Though heart and body fail, yet God is my possession forever. Psalm 73, 26. Is it possible to know you, dear God, and not love you? Your beauty, strength, grandeur, power and goodness, your generosity, magnificence and perfection of every kind, are far beyond what any created being could understand. And what touches me in the depths of my heart is that you love me. It might seem that the reverence I owe you, and the vast inequality that exists between me and you, ought to stop me from daring to love you. But you allow me—no, that is saying too little—you command me to love you. And so, Lord, I give up trying to know or own myself. O sacred love, you have wounded my heart, and yet you of your own free will were yourself wounded for me. So come now and heal me, or rather, come, take the wound you have given me, and make it deeper and sharper. Set me apart from everything created. No longer can I be content with created things. They hinder me, they disturb me. You alone are sufficient for me. No longer do I desire anything but you.