Memorial of Saint Therese of the Child Jesus, virgin, doctor of the Church
Should he come near , I see him not; should he pass by, I am not aware of him; Should he seize me forcibly, who can say him nay? Who can say to him, "What are you doing?" (Job 9:11-12)
Father, as Job expresses in his self-defense, it can be difficult for us to fathom Your personal love for us amidst the grandeur of all You have done in the splendor of creation and all of the complications of the humanity. Like Rick Blaine in Casablanca we might tell ourselves that the problems of a few, much less one, persons don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
The Little Flower understood the same experience, but did not encounter it with futility. She turned to You with trust. She wrote, "When I sing of the happiness of heaven and of the eternal possession of God, I feel no joy in this, for I sing simply what I WANT TO BELIEVE" (her emphasis). Your way of love is the beginning of our little way; we can throw You any number of reasons for You not to love us...and You love us all the same. You are busy, Lord; this is a trifle compared to the burdens others bear; I am not worthy of Your attention, Lord. And Jesus tells us, "Follow me". You would not beckon one to follow who You do not know with immediate, knowing attention. My excuses don't amount to one bean in the crazy truth of Your love. Help me believe that You hearken to my words, just as You stretch out the heavens, stretching out You arms on the cross.
Saint Therese, pray for us.