God Has Need Of You!
by Fr. M. Raymond O.C.S.O.
Religion is no mere philosophy of life, no mere way of
life, or simply an accessory to living. Religion is
life, or it is not religion; and life is religious, or
it is a mere sham. Once you follow that directive your
invisible God becomes the all-pervading Obvious One, and
His Christ who was "born of the Virgin Mary, suffered
under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was
buried", becomes your contemporary. Then your every
footstep has meaning. Then your every moment is pregnant
with purpose and merits eternity; then, though the
heavens fall, the stars burn out, the seven seas dry up,
you will not be moved; for already you will have shared
in the eternal immutability of Him who is your life, and
whose need you serve with all your living.
He, "very God of God", left footprints on the sands by
the Sea of Tiberias again and again. Not only when He
called Simon and Andrew, James and John; not only when
He spoke to the multitude from Simon Peterís boat; but
even after He had risen from the dead. Yet, those
footprints, made even by the glorified Christ, faded;
and He was seen no more by friend or foe by those blue
waters. Yet He said: "I am with you all days".
He had gone about doing good. Dust when touched by Him,
and human spittle, took on divine power and was able to
open eyes and unstop ears. The touch of His garment sent
out virtue and cured the incurable. But the hands that
had blessed little children, lifted the daughter of
Jairus from her bed of death, multiplied loaves and
fishes lest anyone faint on the way; those hands,
stigmatised eternally with the signs of sin and
salvation, were one day folded across a breast that was
stilled in death. The eyes that had looked with love on
the tears of Magdalene and had become wet with tears
because of the blindness and lovelessness of Jerusalem,
were sightless one Friday afternoon; for the Heart that
had so often melted with pity for men had been pierced
by men. Yet his God who died said: "I am with you all
Now how are those feet to leave footprints on other
sands than those by the sea of Tiberias? How are those
hands to lift dust from other country lanes and even
from city streets that today's blind may see and today's
deaf hear? How are modern Magdalens to win pardon before
the eyes of today's cynical Scribes and sneering
Pharisees? How are the poor in city slums to know that
theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven? How are the hungry and
thirsty of today to be filled, or the dying millions of
your current civilisation to have life and have it in
abundance, unless He who said "I am with you all days"
keeps His promise? And how can He keep his promise
except through you?
Taken from You, pg. 32.