Return to Bliss

Isn’t this a great picture? Flowers in the Utah desert, after a rain.

Even what is hard and barren may be cracked open, to reveal an inner beauty hardly guessed at.

Bliss.

Let’s revisit a little bliss:

. . . we are His raiment, and whether we consent to it or not, we will eventually be worn out and put away, and He will go on, living in others, arrayed in whatever garment they offer. Whether we are thin, fat, old, young, fit or paralyzed, or even “born with half a brain,” God suits up within us, and we either let him do his thing, or we hold him back. If we cannot make him a perfect Temple, we have the opportunity, at least, to say “it’s all I have, O Christ, but please use it as you will.”

Well, if God is going to suit up with us–and he is–then no wonder Thomas Merton looked at the people at Fourth and Walnut and saw them shining like the sun!

Of course, if we offer to be used, we had better mean it, because as we have seen time and again, when you make that offer, Christ will use you until you are completely and wholly used up, until you are nothing more than cinder. Until you can’t be summer anymore and must burst into splendid autumn.

A little quiet of a Saturday, is not a bad thing.

About Elizabeth Scalia
  • Larry Sheldon

    I love the desert.

    That picture is why.

    I’ve seen it live–In Death Valley, one of the most badly mis-named places I knpw of.

    And what you don’t see in the pictures is the little animals that live there.

  • http://www.thecolorsoflyme.blogspot.com Bella

    Thank you for this.

  • Jack

    This is a beautiful photo and the words are equally beautiful, filled with hope and meaning. All your work on this blog is really appreciated, and I thank you for providing food for the soul.

  • Susan T.W.

    I echo the thanks above. What a beautiful picture filled with meaning.

  • http://shirtofflame.blogspot.com Heather King

    On a visit to the East Mojave Desert several years ago, I learned of a woman named Mary Beal who in the early 1900′s fell in love with the flora and fauna of this still fairly remote spot, rode around on a donkey painstakingly collecting botanical specimens, and once waited 27 years for a particular cactus to bloom…that bloom is like the resurrection…

  • Marie

    When my oldest son was 5 years old he noticed a flower growing between the bricks of our front porch. A seed from a flower must have been washed between the brick and a beautiful little flower bloomed in the crack. With only the astonisment that a child possesses he told me, “look mom! when you give God this much room (he pinched his fingers together to show me how small) he will make a flower grow.” It is my fondest memory.