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Dear friend….
I just had to send a note to tell you how much I love you and care about you. I saw
you yesterday as you were walking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would
want to talk with me also. As evening drew near, I gave you a sunset to close your day
and a cool breeze to rest you. And I waited. But you never came. It hurt me, but I
still love you because I am your friend.
I saw you fall asleep last night and I longed to touch your brow; So, I spilled moonlight
on your pillow and your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so that we could
talk. I have so many gifts for you. But you awakened late the next day and rushed off
to work. My tears were in the rain.
Today you looked so sad, so all alone. It makes my heart ache because I understand.
My friends let me down and hurt me so many times too. But I love you. Oh, if you
would only listen to me. I really love you. I try to tell you in the blue sky and in the
quiet green grass. I whisper it in the leaves on the trees and breathe it in the colors
of the flowers. I shout it to you in the mountain streams and give the birds love songs
to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature’s scents. My
love for you is deeper than the oceans and bigger than the biggest want or need in your
heart.
If you only knew how much I want to help you. I want you to meet my Father. He
wants to help you too. My Father is that way, you know. Just call me, ask me, talk
with me. I have so much to share with you. But I won’t hassle you. I’ll wait because I
love you.
Your friend,
Jesus
I just had to send a note to tell you how much I love you and care about you. I saw
you yesterday as you were walking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would
want to talk with me also. As evening drew near, I gave you a sunset to close your day
and a cool breeze to rest you. And I waited. But you never came. It hurt me, but I
still love you because I am your friend.
I saw you fall asleep last night and I longed to touch your brow; So, I spilled moonlight
on your pillow and your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so that we could
talk. I have so many gifts for you. But you awakened late the next day and rushed off
to work. My tears were in the rain.
Today you looked so sad, so all alone. It makes my heart ache because I understand.
My friends let me down and hurt me so many times too. But I love you. Oh, if you
would only listen to me. I really love you. I try to tell you in the blue sky and in the
quiet green grass. I whisper it in the leaves on the trees and breathe it in the colors
of the flowers. I shout it to you in the mountain streams and give the birds love songs
to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature’s scents. My
love for you is deeper than the oceans and bigger than the biggest want or need in your
heart.
If you only knew how much I want to help you. I want you to meet my Father. He
wants to help you too. My Father is that way, you know. Just call me, ask me, talk
with me. I have so much to share with you. But I won’t hassle you. I’ll wait because I
love you.
Your friend,
Jesus
I worry some of you have not really met Jesus – one-to-one – you and Jesus alone.
We may spend time in chapel – but have you seen with the eyes of your soul how He
looks at you with love?
Do you really know the living Jesus – not from books but from being with him in your
heart? Have you heard the loving words He speaks to you?
Ask for the grace; He is longing to give it.
Until you can hear Jesus in the silence of your own heart, you will not be able to hear
Him saying, “I thirst” in the hearts of the poor.
Never give up this daily intimate contact with Jesus as the real living person – not just
the idea.
How can we last even one day without hearing Jesus say “I love you”? Impossible. Our
soul needs that as much as the body needs to breathe the air. If not, prayer is dead –
meditation, only thinking.
Jesus wants you each to hear Him speaking in the silence of your heart.
Be careful of all that can block that personal contact with the living Jesus.
The devil may try to use the hurts of life, and sometimes our own mistakes – to make
you feel it is impossible that Jesus really loves you, is really cleaving to you.
This is the danger for all of us. And so sad, because it is completely the opposite of
what Jesus is really wanting, waiting to tell you.
Not only that He loves you, but even more – He longs for you.
He misses you when you don’t come close. He thirsts for you.
He loves you always, even when you don’t feel worthy. When not accepted by others,
even by yourself sometimes – He is the one who always accepts you.
Only believe – you are precious to Him.
Bring all you are suffering to His feet – only open you heart to be loved by Him as you
are. He will do the rest.
--- Mother Teresa, 1910-1997
We may spend time in chapel – but have you seen with the eyes of your soul how He
looks at you with love?
Do you really know the living Jesus – not from books but from being with him in your
heart? Have you heard the loving words He speaks to you?
Ask for the grace; He is longing to give it.
Until you can hear Jesus in the silence of your own heart, you will not be able to hear
Him saying, “I thirst” in the hearts of the poor.
Never give up this daily intimate contact with Jesus as the real living person – not just
the idea.
How can we last even one day without hearing Jesus say “I love you”? Impossible. Our
soul needs that as much as the body needs to breathe the air. If not, prayer is dead –
meditation, only thinking.
Jesus wants you each to hear Him speaking in the silence of your heart.
Be careful of all that can block that personal contact with the living Jesus.
The devil may try to use the hurts of life, and sometimes our own mistakes – to make
you feel it is impossible that Jesus really loves you, is really cleaving to you.
This is the danger for all of us. And so sad, because it is completely the opposite of
what Jesus is really wanting, waiting to tell you.
Not only that He loves you, but even more – He longs for you.
He misses you when you don’t come close. He thirsts for you.
He loves you always, even when you don’t feel worthy. When not accepted by others,
even by yourself sometimes – He is the one who always accepts you.
Only believe – you are precious to Him.
Bring all you are suffering to His feet – only open you heart to be loved by Him as you
are. He will do the rest.
--- Mother Teresa, 1910-1997
| A Last Prayer |
God has created me to do Him some definite service; He has committed some work to
me which He has not committed to another.
I have my mission – I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next.
I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons.
He has not created me for nothing. I shall do good, I shall do His work.
I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending
it, if I do but keep His commandments and serve Him in my calling.
Therefore, I will trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am. I cannot be thrown away.
If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him;
In perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him;
If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him.
He does nothing in vain.
He knows what He is about.
He may take away my friends.
He may throw me among strangers.
He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me – still
He knows what He is about.
--- Cardinal John Henry Newman
me which He has not committed to another.
I have my mission – I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next.
I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons.
He has not created me for nothing. I shall do good, I shall do His work.
I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending
it, if I do but keep His commandments and serve Him in my calling.
Therefore, I will trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am. I cannot be thrown away.
If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him;
In perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him;
If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him.
He does nothing in vain.
He knows what He is about.
He may take away my friends.
He may throw me among strangers.
He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me – still
He knows what He is about.
--- Cardinal John Henry Newman
| A Meditation |
| Letter from a friend |