I felt such great love for Jesus last night…after a time of prayer more life-giving than I’ve felt in a while. A prayer found within the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius grabbed me:
Lord, give me the grace to know Christ more intimately,
let me love Him more intensely…
so that I might follow Him more closely.
The prayer welled up within me, the essence of the words awakening a desire that was already there. I sat in Christ’s presence, and felt that perhaps for the first time, my whole heart loved Him. I felt I wanted to take care of Him, to embrace Him, to wash his feet. My Teacher…my Lord. I was reminded of the disciples who knew Christ and loved Him in person, and He washed their feet…then He died on a cross. My prayer was to love Him, and in my worship He knelt and began to wash my feet. In this beautiful moment, in my imagination, I grasped just briefly how much I am loved. This beauty came as a gift…and left as quickly as it came, but the generosity of the moment remains. Had I rested in it any longer, I would have been moved beyond tears. My Lord is a servant.
Jesus, give me your compassion for those I encounter.
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