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Friday, February 12, 2016

No Meat Friday

That's how I think of it, which is exactly why I need Lent. I'm literally seeing hamburgers as I type this. But underneath all that, I'm crying out to God. When you first begin the spiritual life, spiritual matters seem a little foreign, and it seems we are two people: one that loves God, and one that hates Him.

After some time and grace, prayer seems natural, if there were such a thing. The rebellion dies down. God is in color, and all that is not in Him seems gray. I don't understand it fully, but I can't explain it any better. Well, I went to Las Vegas once, and I had a great time. Even in the casino. But have you ever watched a person who's been at the slots awhile? They stare straight ahead; they pull that arm over and over, with barely a look at the outcome. They don't notice you're there. If you could legally smoke anywhere, that's what this person is doing. I felt I was watching a zombie. This is what the world without God is like: Zombies, waiting on a machine that will never pay out.

St. Josemaria Escriva says, "Don't let your life be sterile," and I wasn't ready to understand until now. Sin is boring. Sinful people are boring, provided they are not so evil as to be dangerous. "Dangerous" is the wrong kind of excitement.

I don't want to be boring. I want to see the world in color. I want to be the color in the world.

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