I‘m not usually big on sharing spiritual experiences, but I figure I should follow my own advice as explained in the Joyful Mysteries post, and let you guys know about something beautiful.
“Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.”
I wept, not because it made complete sense in my head, but because it made sense in my heart. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, here’s what I’ve got. God’s love really is family. It is the family of the Trinity. The love between the Father and the Son is so powerful and infinite that it is necessarily a person (more on that in another post) and it is that person, the Holy Spirit, that fills our hearts to overflowing. Thus being loved by God is – in a very profound and intimate way – being brought into a family. It is sharing a name. I get an image in my head whenever I think about this, that we are like orphans looking into the window of a warm house, watching a perfect family and longing to be part of it, only to have the door open and hear our names called by a voice of pure love, an invitation to live forever in that happiness.
The truth is we can dare, and we should, for God has adopted us orphans. He opened the door when he died on the cross. He died so we might interfere in the perfect love of the Trinity, that we might somehow mash ourselves into that house we don’t deserve, and live there forever in peace. When we accept this faith, this God and this Church, we become wrapped up in family, in the Communion of Saints and the Holy Trinity. Always remember, no matter what you do, that there is nothing worth sharing, nothing on earth, like the love that let’s us share in the name of God. Praise him well.