WE ARE UNITED TO CHRIST, WE ARE ONE, AND IT IS WHEN HIS PASSION BECOMES REAL TO US, THROUGH EXPERIENCE AND LOVE, THAT WE GROW AWARE OF HIS PRESENCE IN US. But for this presence of Christ, his living in us, his actually being our life, we could not bear the things which have actually happened to some, indeed to many, and which are more then a threat to everyone. We can bear them for one reason only, because Christ, who is identified with us, who is in us, has already suffered and overcome everything that we shall suffer, or ever can suffer.
We cannot shed a tear, but that tear has already blinded the eyes of Christ. We cannot be without tears, but that constriction of the heart has constricted his heart. He has known all and every kind of fear that we know, and there is no possible loneliness, no agony of separation, but it is Christ’s; indeed, not one of us can die, but it is Christ dying. And Christ, who faces all these things in our lives, has overcome them all and has sanctified them by his limitless love. His love made every moment of his Passion redeeming and healing and life-fiving, and this love, this Christ-love, is ours, just as much as his suffering is.
We are now beginning in very earnest to experience the contemplation which consists in suffering with Christ, and the way to sanctify it is not so much to suffer with him as to ask him to let us realize that he it is who suffers in us. For, this understood, we cannot help abandoning our will to his completely, and letting him suffer in us in HIS WAY, and his way is the way of love. Complete though it is, in his grief there is no bitterness; and what seems to be frustration and waste is not, it is fruitful; this is because every moment of his Passion is informed by love.
Our work is to love too, to love always, to love everyone, and to love to the end.
(Caryll Houselander. Caryll Houselander (died 1954) was a British mystic, poet, and spiritual teacher.)
OH HELP US, LORD; each hour of need,
Thy heav’nly succor give:
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.
O, help us, Jesus, from on high;
We know no help but thee:
O help us so to live and dies
As thine in heav’n to be.
(song, no author)