I have thought, talked, written...a lot...about the worst day of my life turning out to be the best day of my life.
Back in the day, coming to my spiritual awakening, I had to be entirely broken without a hope or a prayer...without a self-determined objective, in short. Mentally, I had nowhere to go, and mentally was my go-to, my imagined safety and security.
That blessed day I felt naught but sick, sad and sorry...as it turned out, God in disguise was there all along. Unknowingly, I was given the gift of reverse thinking (my term). In five short/long years I came to realize my crash and burn began my spiritual awakening.
As Fr Richard has written, the Word we heard mainly fit the downtrodden as opposed to the uptown people. No doubt that was my first acceptance of the idea that my "bad news" might be beneficial, a gift from God in fact.
Ever since I heard the word that nothing turns us to God faster than fear, this thought has flitted in and out: Fear of the perceived "bad news" is God's will, God's way hovering in the shadows, awaiting our invitation to enter.
Grace doesn't enter with a brass band...she enters silently, sacredly, and most often we do not recognize her until we look back...in gratitude.
My now watchword: Fear is here, God is near...get grateful.
Thank you.
(aka, our crash and burn) to raise us up.
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