“Behold I stand at the gate and knock” (Rev. 3. 20)
Jesus stands at the door of my heart, patiently, uncomplainingly. How long has He been there? A year? Ten years? I have been afraid to let Him in.
Jesus knocks: “Open to Me, My Beloved.” My heart has been closed fast in spite of His calls, His inspirations, the appeals of His grace. How long? I have heard Him knocking, I have pretended I did not, I have longed He would go away. My God, how I must have pained You; but do not go away, wait a little longer.
I look out timidly to see who is calling. Why should I be afraid to let Him in? He has come to me, I have not sought Him. What love He must have for me! Jesus, why am I afraid of You, afraid to let You come into my heart?
This is a very touching… Probably the single, most important thing that I have learned as a secular Carmelite is that in darkness and poverty we practice faith, seeking God’s face in each present moment, and the fruit of faith is charity. Pope Francis told the homeless at St. Patrick’s Parish in Washington D.C., “Faith makes us know that God is at our side, that God is in our midst and his presence spurs us to charity. Charity is born of the call of a God who continues to knock on our door, the door of all people, to invite us to love, to compassion, to service of one another.” I wrote yesterday about the “Door of Mercy” on my blog Illuminadomine.wordpress.com. I wish I had read this quote of Fr. Doyle’s first – it is so full of truth about our poor human nature. The only thing that can prevent Jesus from entering our hearts is to set our face against Him thus barring the door. Beautiful quote! Thank you!