To Be A Bethany
I
was seven years old when I learned I had a soul. This was where Jesus
would come when I received Holy Communion, and I was to prepare the
place carefully. Sweep it clean and tidy, Sister instructed; no sin
allowed.
I pictured this item of my personhood quite vividly. I saw it as oval shaped, pearly white, and resting in the center of my chest. A venial sin would spot it, a mortal sin (heaven forbid) would turn it black as a lump of coal. It was like a little house inside me, where Jesus could come and rest.
I’m now many years past seven. I no longer envision a white oval, shining like a pearl. I do, however, marvel at the truth embedded in this simple childhood picture. “Here I stand, knocking at the door. If anyone hears Me calling and opens the door, I will enter his house and have supper with Him, and he with Me.” (Revelation 3:20)....(click here to continue)
I pictured this item of my personhood quite vividly. I saw it as oval shaped, pearly white, and resting in the center of my chest. A venial sin would spot it, a mortal sin (heaven forbid) would turn it black as a lump of coal. It was like a little house inside me, where Jesus could come and rest.
I’m now many years past seven. I no longer envision a white oval, shining like a pearl. I do, however, marvel at the truth embedded in this simple childhood picture. “Here I stand, knocking at the door. If anyone hears Me calling and opens the door, I will enter his house and have supper with Him, and he with Me.” (Revelation 3:20)....(click here to continue)
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