THE BELLS ARE RINGING

 

 

There was an excitement of God.  That was what I learned through worship.  I came alive inside again with worship.  The world and all of its trouble, what I had done, what I had failed to do, they were all a downer.  It was the secular world and all of its trouble that seemed a summit not worth the climb that affected whether I was an optimist or a pessimist.  It was another cold May morning in the land of 10,000 lakes but one nice day would bring back the excitement of creation.  The lilacs were finally in full bloom.    

Feeling incomplete, feeling broken:  there was a certain theme to my morning as I reflected on my “career.”  I was feeling incomplete, wondering what I had to do to complete the stage of the journey.  Financially.   This feeling of being incomplete was a form of broken-ness.  I had joined the world.  I thought of my circumstances in lieu of the world’s.  Was God throughout history feeling incomplete, without union of his people? 

The offering I had accepted was of union through His son to all people, beyond the original Chosen People, with union by participation in His life called Church.   Through Him, with Him, in Him……

 

In the words of Pedro Arrupe,  love made it all worth while to get out of bed in the morning. 

 

“Nothing is more practical than finding God.  That is, than falling in love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination, will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the morning, what you will do with your evenings, how you will spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.  

 

Fall in love, stay in love and it will decide everything.”   - Pedro Arrupe, S.J.

 

That was the excitement about recognizing God in the world and my relationship to His creation.   The excitement in those church bells this morning was not in their sound but in the reverberations that I felt.