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“A father’s communication with his many children… that is one of the most agreeable occupations of my life” 1857
There is something very absolute in this that I too have experienced – that both Eugene de Mazenod and St Teresa of Calcutta also experienced – each expressed in their own ways.
As a lay woman, I can remember being denied access to the sanctuary, to the altar because lay women were deemed to be unworthy of that – less then men. I am eternally grateful that now I not only get to receive the Eucharist, but as a Eucharistic Minister I get to give the Eucharist to those whom I am sent to serve, share with them what is my life blood. And in taking the Eucharist to the sick – how I get to love and serve those who might otherwise not be able to receive the Eucharist, communion as one with God. Serving the poorest of the poor.
It is no longer for me a matter of gender or sexuality, of country of origin or how another pray and lives out their faith; who others may deem as worthy or unworthy.
Eugene’s words as he shared his thoughts of how his sins could frighten him, I remember the promise that was a part of Jesus saying my name and claiming me as His own. I claim that and ask God to love me more so that I might be filled with Him who is my Beloved, so that I might live for him and eventually die for love of Him. I am human, but I am also loved, forgiven and worthy of compassion.
Not a one-time event in my life but ongoing in every moment of the now. Lived out as fully as is humanly possible even while remembering at the same time Jesus on the cross and resurrected. With God all things are possible.
This is what salvation and redemption look like.