I conscientiously pray and as I pray I think, why do I pray or rather how dare I be so presumptions as to address the Almighty! Insignificant creature that I am. If God showed me a half second glimpse of his power, I would probably hide my face and fall to the ground or stand before the might of God crying, shaking, trembling, my teeth chattering. But God will not show himself like this to me. God knows I can’t handle it. Instead God reveals himself to me through his creation. This vision of God gloriously unfolded before me is magnificent and awe-inspiring, sumptuous and lush, sensuous and soothing, peaceful and holy. So grand it humbles me. This is the image of himself God gives me. This is how God reveals himself to me his greatest creation.
No where am I that God is not! Even in a manmade fixture of plaster walls, vinyl floors, stairs and elevators, door knobs and plastic chairs I see God. I put my hand in front of my face. I see God! A baby being carried by her mother looks at me over her mother’s shoulder. I smile at the baby and the baby’s whole face lights. I see God. I hold the elevator open for an old gentleman. He smiles at me and says, “Thank you dear!” My heart does a little flip because God is so close, still revealing himself to me through his creation. Through his people, his greatest creation. Can anything draw me away from God? How can it when God surrounds me with himself?
I see why Mother Theresa’s work brought her so much joy. She was surrounded by people who were extremely close to God. I’m certain Mother Teresa saw God through her mercy in a way I have never seen God. An image of purity and love. Dear Lord I pray that I may be an image of mercy, purity and love as our sainted Mother Theresa.