My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Starting Out Lovable
Mary did not earn immaculate conception. She did not compete to become mother of God. She never had to prove her worthiness. It was always there. It was always present as a gift, one more expression of God's love. It is, I think, the same with us. We do not earn God's love. We do not prove our lovableness. We needn't demonstrate worthiness. Like Mary, it is how we start. We begin lovable and remain so, no matter what. We celebrate God's love, rather than achieve it. He loves us because we are, and for no other reason. He always has and always will.
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