a visit to the Blessed

by Romuald on 07/01/2007

Last night when I came to visit the Blessed Sacrament, I thought of the great mystery of love which is the embodiment ... You, being God, you have become a little ... you have become a man ... and man of the most humble ... a small, helpless little boy born in a manger, in a poor village, surrounded by animals ... but wrapped in the greatest love ... the love of Your Most Holy Mother ... and Love of God the Father who from heaven looks at you with pleasure and gives you the most beautiful smile ...

And there ... in the shadows of the night lit by the star ... ... and the praises of the angels, shepherds arrive counting ... wonders ... bring their lambs: meek, humble and meek ... they are a foretaste of the sacrifice that one day you shall offer for humanity ... Joseph, overwhelmed, invites you to spend ... and Mary, moved, stored deep inside this heart ...

Then, amid the roar of a sheep and the lowing of the cow ... the Magi arrive dressed in fine linen ... and with an immense joy, so great that they bear in the heart ... and prostrate before Thee and to worship ... will present their gifts: gold, frankincense and myrrh ... You, from the manger and covered in diapers, show them on your face the smile of God ...

So tiny ... so helpless ... so a little thing ... and yet everything God ... are you hiding there in that humble manger, surrounded by those who have called to know the mystery of God ... You, the Word, you've made flesh ... and and we'll never be alone ... for Your Light will shine forever ...

Lord ... there among the shadows of the chapel, looking at the Wafer, and see Your light shine ... here are not the little boy ... but you hide so that only through faith can you see ... and I feel like the shepherds, happy and joyful, because I face my Lord ... and I adore you ... and like the Magi, open the trunk of my heart, to give you my humble gifts: the 'gold' of my work, "incense" in my prayers and "myrrh" of those things that cause me grief ...

And I think I hear the angels singing "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace among men who love the Lord" ... meanwhile, from custody, you look at me smiling and give me the blessing ...

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