Our priest this morning, preaching about the Publican and the Pharisee, emphasized the phrase, "wounded by love". To be wounded by God's love means, among other things, for Love to show you yourself as you really are, while still loving you as much as if you were perfect.
To see ourselves as we really are - and to realize we are not seeing the full, grotesque reality, either, because God is only showing us as much as we are able to bear! - is devastating and healing all at once. We're wounded, but we wouldn't have it any other way; we weep and we pray we will never stop this weeping.
And so appalled are we by our own sick and disfigured condition, and so overwhelmed by the flood of Love in the midst of it, that we quickly dismiss anyone else's transgressions. They are truly of very little concern to us.
This blessed wound of self-knowledge granted by the all-merciful God is what we're missing (or forgetting) when we find forgiving others to be difficult.
P.S.) Yes, even if we do everything right, like the Pharisee, and even, like him, we give thanks to God for it instead of crediting ourselves, still when we glimpse our true inner condition, we see we are poor, wounded, ugly, and wretched. Yet, simultaneously, paradoxically, we find ourselves on heaven's very doorstep, in company with angels and saints.
To see ourselves as we really are - and to realize we are not seeing the full, grotesque reality, either, because God is only showing us as much as we are able to bear! - is devastating and healing all at once. We're wounded, but we wouldn't have it any other way; we weep and we pray we will never stop this weeping.
And so appalled are we by our own sick and disfigured condition, and so overwhelmed by the flood of Love in the midst of it, that we quickly dismiss anyone else's transgressions. They are truly of very little concern to us.
This blessed wound of self-knowledge granted by the all-merciful God is what we're missing (or forgetting) when we find forgiving others to be difficult.
P.S.) Yes, even if we do everything right, like the Pharisee, and even, like him, we give thanks to God for it instead of crediting ourselves, still when we glimpse our true inner condition, we see we are poor, wounded, ugly, and wretched. Yet, simultaneously, paradoxically, we find ourselves on heaven's very doorstep, in company with angels and saints.
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Loved readinng this thanks
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