Harvesting The Fruits of Contemplation

 

(Abbey at the Genesee, Piffard, NY -Photo©Michael Seagriff) Mary, our Most Blessed Mother, hold all of us in your loving arms as well. Protect and lead us into the Eternal embrace of Your Son. For this we pray.

"The rosary is not a tedious prayer just because the person is always repeating the Hail Mary. Each Hail Mary recited, with the contemplation of the mysteries, is always said with a different feeling and the intensity of the prayer is not monotonous. It is an intensity of love.  (Image Source: Wikimedia Commons ) Does not a child call his mother all the time? His cry: "Mom!" is different according to the need that inspires and animates it. Therefore, recite the rosary like a child, invoking our Heavenly Mother and imploring her help."   (Servant of God, Dolindo Ruotolo Champions of the Rosary )

Pondering Tidbits of Truth is my simple and inadequate way of providing nuggets of spiritual wisdom for you to chew on from time to time. St. Catherine of Siena "How great is the stupidity of those who make themselves weak in spite of my strengthening, and put themselves into the devil's hands! I want you to know, then, that at the moment of death, because they have put themselves during life under the devil's rule (not by force, because they cannot be forced, as I told you; but they put themselves voluntarily into his hands), and because they come to the point of death under this perverse rule, they can expect no other judgment but that of their own conscience. They come without hope to eternal damnation. In hate they grasp at hell in the moment of their death, and even before they possess it, they take hell as their prize along with their lords as demons." (From T he Dialogue - Jesus to St. Catherine of Siena)

Why Lord do I not leap for joy whenever I am in Your Presence as St. John the Baptist did while in the womb of his mother Elizabeth? Why do I sometimes take Your Presence in the Eucharist for granted? Where is the awe and amazement that should overcome me whenever You are placed on my tongue? Where are the tears of joy and gratitude that should freely flow from the eyes of such an unworthy recipient of Love Himself as You penetrate and saturate every cell of this earthen vessel with Your Sacred Blood? Why do I ever allow myself to be distracted by anyone or anything else during these intimate moments with You? Why do I sometimes unconsciously thwart and impede the graces You intend to shower upon me as You and I are physically united? Why am I so often in a rush to leave Church and abruptly end our intimate visit? Why Lord do I fail to love You and Your Blessed Mother as much as You and she love me? Why?