Suffering for Love of Jesus and Neighbours

Wow. “‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me… For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Cor 12:9,10)


On a spiritual level, I know this is true, but… I’ve been through so much. Yet the prayer ‘please don’t let me suffer’ seems self-absorbed and heartless when I consider all those who do still suffer, and whose brief lives are filled with pain. So then I come back to LOVE, for His sake, which says my own human experiences are neither one way or the other, because God never changes. And I give thanks for what IS, one day at a time. I pray that whatever comes, I will stand, and that whatever comes, I will serve, and that whatever comes, I will love. Each step by grace.


I am reminded of the beautiful words of Teresa de Avila (which I know by heart because they are such a comfort when in recovery from PTSD):

Let nothing trouble you.

Let nothing frighten you.

All things are passing;

God never changes.

Patient endurance attains all things.

Whoever has God lacks nothing;

God alone is enough.

Contemplative in the Mud

VanDuring the days that I pass on earth, I find no joy comparable to that of having to suffer. Even though, naturally, I am afraid of suffering, I accept it with joy for love of Jesus… It is in walking in the midst of thorns that we can understand the Love of Jesus for us and to prove our love for other souls.
Little Brother Marcel Văn CSsR (1928–1959)

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