Sometimes, when I am at a loss about God, I challenge Him. I say interriorly to Him, “go on, show yourself. I won’t interfere, just show yourself”. And then I just sit there, like a stone and wait for Him, for however long I can spare. I know it is wrong to put the Lord to the test, but by this stage, I am desperate. I believe that God knows my desperation, and is compassionate, and cannot resist my plea. He is my loving Father after all. After a long pause, which is His plea for my patience, He begins to make His presence known, but ever so quietly and unexpectedly.
And then I start to become aware of the world beyond me and within me that He is constantly creating. It starts at the front door of my senses. Used rightly, the five senses can teach us all about the life in Christ that we are all called to co-operate in.
Listen where there is seemingly nothing to be heard, look at anything other than what you lust after, sniff the morning air whether fair or foul, taste the food the works canteen gives you, for better or worse, feel the harsh and rough with the smooth and pleasant. (This is what is meant by developing Catholic tastes!). After sufficient practice and Divine help, of course, one can become adept at watching the world non-judgementally and noticing that God is watching you, and the world with you.
There is no thing outside of ourself that can defile us. Defilement comes only from within, from our sins. In a state of Grace, with God holding your hand, you can remain at peace even in the valley of the shadow of death.
Whenever YOU happen to get into the picture, STOP. The whole point of this exercise is to suspend, not disbelief, but belief in yourself, just for a few minutes, perhaps. This is an exercise in humility, the art of dying to one’s self
The Gospels describe a unique Man who lived amongst us, and saw our dysfunction and poorly estate. He tried to teach us with words how to remedy our situation by dying to self, and was frequently misunderstood, but He was inexorably driven to teach us by example also. He accepted condemnation, though innocent, and endured torture and death, though undeserving of these. Every one of his critics and executioners thought this troublemaker was finally disposed of.
Gladly, for all of us, they were wrong.
Christ lives and reigns in and over all time and space. He invites everyone to join Him in His Kingdom. Let us join Him there.
PS: I realise Mick Jagger is no saint, but that doesn’t mean Catholics cannot mention him in an article on the Faith. Fr Robert Barron happens to agree: