A Meditation on Renewing Formation

The Lamb’s love lavishing Unrecognized Gifts of Priestly Calling And myriads more too beautiful to name — Amid those sinking vestiges of Christendom Amid that drifting emptiness of aimless progress Amid jetsam of broken families, broken wombs and broken hearts, So many broken shards of the Bride’s radiance To be found, to be gathered, to be made whole: New living unities of Office, Teaching and Holiness

Forged in the Divine Furnace

for the salvation of the world A disciple does not take or make, but receives identity from his Master:

Integrity is not given but by battle, Intensity untapped but by the loss of all things, Truth not suffered but by humiliation, Beatitude not possessed but in that poverty, unmasked with careful kindness In the difficult questions and puzzles of the heart

Proposed by the Son of the Father. Availing oneself of that silent fullness that contains and is contained in the Word’s Real Presence Is never safe, never comfortable, never convenient: Fire can burn flaming forth with mysteries of Love, Death and the Bearing Away of Sin. All this joining on those relentless waves of faith’s obedience, humility, and mercy

Islands of humanity prostrate before That threshold of the Cross, That pouring forth of blood and water, That ocean of deep currents and infinite horizons in the heart of the Father.