The many, many “news” story’s I see today, written by whomever, saying Catholics must love and accept LGBT, or this group, or that group and so on, has caused me to ask our Lord in prayer, and I pray you ask Him also: Who is my accuser that assumes the Church does not love them?
The Catholic Church has always been open to all, as a Father and Mother loves all their children, always open to welcoming life to the family of faith. The disconnect comes when we assume that Love is acceptance of insubordination or defiance. It is not. Love corrects the defiant or insubordinate child and does not allow the child to be disruptive, for the benefit of the child. Love does have rules. When the rules of Love are broken, it is not Love, but less than Love.
“Many gave false witness against him, but their testimony did not agree.” Mark 14:56
How shall I make a return to the Lord for all the good he has done for me?
That moment you realize your really listening to the Good Shepherd….
“As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God”
While on retreat this past weekend, I was pondering that voice I had been listening to. It was a chilly and very windy day Saturday and in the midst of silence, I found myself walking around taking in the beauty of the nature I was placed in. I came to a water feature and bent down, finding myself asking our Lord, “Is it you Lord? Is this voice I have been listening to You? In an instant, I heard a slight giggle in my heart. I began to look myself over and I was dressed in all in white. The paints I unknowingly put on that morning were white along with my shirt were white and I was wearing my comfy snuggly white coat that is fluffy like a lamb. I looked up at the statue atop the water feature and a smile came over my face. In that moment, I knew for a fact.
Yes. The lost sheep indeed was finally home, healed, and at peace. It was no doubt the Good Shepherd who retrieved me. The Good Shepherd Who healed me. The Good Shepherd who I love. It also just happened to be “Good Shepherd” weekend. We are his people, the sheep of his flock.
“My sheep hear my voice;
I know them, and they follow me.
I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish.
No one can take them out of my hand.
My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all,
and no one can take them out of the Father’s hand.
The Father and I are one.”