Look: If you want what you want in the spiritual life, you’ll never have a spiritual life, because you’ll only end up with your own imagination of your own desires. Not much spiritual with that now, is there?
Forget about having goals in the spiritual life. We can’t get there from here. The Lord has to draw us out of here from there. I think I wrote a something about this using the horrifically “nice” imagery of wild-eyed Salvador Dali to bring this point home some time ago. HERE! YIKES!
I mean, I don’t know what it is to be a saint, do I? Do I know what it means to have total un-self-serving respect and love for another? Do I know what it means to behold God our Heavenly Father face to Face, to know as I am known, through, with and in Jesus, by the firey firey firey enthusiastic unity of the Holy Spirit? Do I know what it means never ever to even be tempted to project what rubbish I perceive in myself unto others but instead to see their good as my own good because that good is my good because that Good is God Himself? Do I know what it means to totally love the entire Mystical Body of Christ in all of its members throughout the ages from Adam until the last of us is conceived and love precisely all the members as the Body of Christ, of Him who said what you have done to the least of these you have done to me? Well, do I?
Nah. As soon as I look to myself for what it takes, I sink to the point of drowning. What a storm! Lord! Save me!
So, I know I can’t get there from here, but have to be drawn by Him out of here from there. So, with utter simplicity, with humble thanksgiving, I just end up doing what it strikes me Jesus Himself must have done for His Immaculate Mother: pick her a few flowers! Here’s today’s bouquet, reflecting all sorts of different kinds of saints, starting off with that which is a bit bold:
…and followed by the more refined:
…and followed by the glorious:
…and the stalwart: