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| THE HEART OF JESUS By Margaret A. Marshall I looked high and low but could not find the key. My sadness grew deeper and my work seemed harder and more tedious. I struggled to maintain my self-esteem. I failed to find satisfaction in my relationships; my prayers grew shorter and less heart-felt. I knew that key was right under my nose. Why couldn’t I find it? I carried on the best I could. Exhaustion overwhelmed me before my day ended. I once had the key; what had I done with it? I cannot open that door to happiness! I worked around that locked door. I really wanted to enter. Some days I forgot about the key and went about my business failing to be fulfilled. I can manage without that key, I thought. I will look elsewhere for my happiness. Sadness overwhelmed me as my friends talked about family affairs. No baptisms and confirmations for my grandchildren, since my children did not believe in God’s life-saving plans. Now I searched harder for the key while my heart cried out for mercy. "I cannot continue," I declared. "I need to get away." I made plans to take time off work and visit my old home town and my family of origin—all who are left. I sat out in the sun, took a walk and ate my supper. I opened the Bible for my daily study when I read: “I give you a new commandment: love one another. As I have loved you, so you also should love one another” (John 13:34). How could I have buried the key under the stacks of judgments, and condemnations? As I opened myself up to the love of Jesus, the door unlocked and the light burst forth. To keep the light ablaze, I realized that I must love as Jesus loved. True happiness comes from the heart of Jesus who knelt down and washed the feet of His Apostles. |
| January 2010 |
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