Saturday, October 25, 2014
In the October mist...
In the October mist, eucharisteo opens the eyes, the heart, to the grace that falls upon us, a drop, a river, a waterfall of blessing filling our emptiness. It falls into the open hand and makes life a paradise again. We wonder: if eucharisteo had led us to let go and open the hand to receive all His shimmering river of gifts, how can we now close the hand?
If I close these fingers, try to hold, hoard the river—dam up the grace—won't the water grow stagnant?
... I think of this. That fullness grows foul. Grace is alive, living waters. If I dam up the grace, hold the blessings tight, joy within dies... waters that have no life.
I turn my hand over, spread my fingers open. I receive grace. And through me, grace could flow on. Like a cycle of water in continuous movement, grace is meant to fall, a rain... again, again, again. I could share the grace, multiply the joy, extend the table of the feast, enlarge the paradise of His presence. I am blessed. I can bless. A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.
— Ann Voskamp