I finished reading the last Harry Potter book the other day, and man did it make me feel like a little kid. It was great. The last hundred pages keep me so engaged, I could hardly stay in the same place for more than a few minutes... Weeeeee!
Anywho, now that I've finished my magical adventure, I started another book tonight, The Intimate Merton, by Thomas Merton. It's a collection of writings from his journals. I've yet to get through the intro but I wanted to copy down something that the editors just quoted...
"In his desire to master everything by writing about it, Merton learned that God was mastering him. With his sins always before him, he still hoped in the promise of God's mercy. Even on the bleakest nights, when his mouth turned mute and his heart turned to stone, his ears were always awake in the dark to Love's voice, which bid him welcome."
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That quote strikes something deep down w/in me. Even in my failings, in my sin, my ignoring of God, there's always a part of me secretly longing for Him, longing for his rescue of my soul. And as he says of Love's voice, it is always sweet and welcoming. Why did I ever leave?
Blessings,
nick
