Worms, Dolls, and...God
IT WAS A SAINT, Saint Anthony of Padua, who
once said : "He who is the beginning
and the end, the ruler of the angels,
himself obedient to human creatures.
creator of the heavens obeys a carpenter;
the God of eternal glory listens to
virgin. Has anyone ever witnessed anything
comparable to this? Let the philosopher
longer disdain from listening to the
laborer; the wise, to the simple; the
to the illiterate; a child of a prince,
Ronnie is only four. One day, he entered
triumphantly into the house with a
worm in his hand. "What the heck
you doing with that thing in the living-room?!"
was the spontaneous reaction of his
"Oh! This thing?!" the four-year
old-boy pluckily answered. "We
playing together in the garden and
I would show him my room!"
We miss on life because we have lost
eyes of amazement of a child. On our
towards adulthood, we lost the boldness
believe that everything that happens
is a message of God's great LOVE for
Helen Keller went blind and deaf when
was only nineteen months old. She could
hear anything. She could not see anything.
She could only touch and feel. "One
day I asked a friend of mine who had
returned from a long walk in the woods
she had seen. She replied, 'Nothing
How was this possible? I asked myself,
I, who cannot hear or see, find hundreds
of things to interest me through mere
"I feel the delicate shape and
of a leaf, I pass my hands lovingly
the rough bark of a pine tree. Occasionally,
if I am lucky, I place my hand quietly
a small tree, and feel the happy quiver
a bird in full song. "
"All this has convinced me of
the greatest calamity that can befall
is not that they should be born blind,
rather that they should have eyes and
fail to see."
Jesus Christ once said something similar,
When one day, I went over to visit
friend of mine, I had a very deep 'spiritual'
experience. Michelle, their little
was excited to see me and immediately
me into her new room. "I want
you to my friends," she solemnly
Her friends were her dolls. She had
Dolls of all shapes, all sizes, all
dressed, all well-groomed, arrayed
in a very
neat way. "This is Rose, this
this is Bernadette..."
I expressed to Michelle how happy I
meet all her friends and asked her
I can express one question that was
mind. "Which doll do you LIKE
I asked innocently. She glanced at
went and picked out a broken doll which
only one arm, a scratched face, a nose
by a blow, an inferior dress, and a
"This one", Michelle declared
"this is the one I love most.
is Maureen." And she kissed her
I was surprised. "Why do you love
more than all the others?"
She looked at me with that kind of
look and said in a self-evident and
tone, "Because, if I do not love
no one else will love her!"
My mind started racing. Is this the
why God loves me? Perhaps He realizes
only a God can possibly love a broken,
sinner like me.
That's great, no, to have HIM as our
I spent most of my life hiding and
my sins because I was afraid that others
would not love me if they really knew
I even tried to present a deserving,
face to God! What a relief when I finally
realized that God loves me not for
but for my weaknesses! I shall be eternally
grateful to the catechist who gave
The Abba was so orthodox when, upon
of a monk in the desert who had the
fame of seeing angels, remarked, "It
would be better for him if instead
he sees his sins!!!" Seeing his
he may discover the best Lover!
It was a saint, another one, who remarked,
"A Christian has a union with
Christ more noble, more intimate, and
perfect than the members of a human
have with their head. Jesus longs to
you, He wants His breath to be your
His heart in your heart and His soul
soul." His name was Saint John
On the last day of his life, the playboy-who-became-a-saint
Charles de Foucauld wrote to his friend,
Mme de Bondy: "How true this is!
discovers that one does not love enough.
One will never love enough, but God
the kind of clay He has formed us with,
Who loves us so much more than a mother
love her child, has told us - and He
not lie - that He would never turn
one who comes to Him ...".
Yes, we are lucky sinners!
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