And that is the enduring power of these sacraments -- and of all the sacraments -- the power of Him who is Life Itself. It is Jesus who draws me, who forgives me, who feeds me with Himself. Mine is the song of the Shulamite maiden: I have found Him whom my heart loves -- and I will not let Him go (Songs 3:4).
It is our Lord's mysterious way to use us mere mortal beings to bring Him to others. And in the church, He makes His salvation known in a very specific way through our priests, who are ministers of His sacraments. So yesterday and today I am giving great thanks to God for all the priests who have ministered to me over the past 54 years. The vast majority of them have been and are marvelous men and faithful, loving priests. Yes, there have been a few grumpy old men (and "old" here means far more than chronological age!) whose personal problems and unresolved issues have caused more than a little suffering for themselves and others. Nevertheless, I am no less grateful for them and, in fact, I pray even more for these individuals so that one day they will be free to become the person God has made them to be. Besides, I have my own grumpy old moments at times, and I also have caused others to suffer.
Dear Lord, happy, happy anniversary to me! May the graces You give me in Penance and Eucharist flow into the lives of others so that they, too, may continue to find You whom their hearts love. Amen.
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