Royaumont Abbey
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
There is a clarity to everything in life, which is given to us as a most precious gift.
It’s strange that I think of things, material objects, as gifts, so often not seeing that the real gift—which comes before all the rest of them—is life itself. Well, it’s true, of course, that the things are as beautiful and as worthy as life— they are after all of life, and what is of life must be as worthy as life itself, in a certain sense. So perhaps my confusion about it is understandable.
Yet I ought always to understand life itself first as the gift and then understand all the gifts that flow from it. All Blessings can be understood as all these gifts: creation itself, in all its infinite variety. Yet the blessings begin with life, and are, collectively, life.
So blessings begin with life.
I understand life itself through the presence of God in my Being. We are not separated, He and I, and His presence is a constant support which never waivers or fails throughout both the day and the night. There is no moment separate from God; I am in Him and He in me.
It does me no good whatsoever to believe this; but it does me very great good to know it. I know through Being; and whether or not this consists of one thing or another—self observation, the great “I am,” understanding, or whatever one wants to call it in the weak moments where one must give things names—it is a truth that flows into Being as inevitably as life itself.
There is not just a great truth which flows from God into Being: there is also a great Good. That Good lives within a man or woman with every breath, if He or She finds their way with God. To be sure, this doesn’t lead to my own inner perfection; but it does put me in touch with a deep perfection I can submit to.
May you be filled with the Presence today.
Lee
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