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SUMMARY:Vigils Reading
DESCRIPTION:WE SCARCELY KNOW OURSELVES \nFrom the writing of Servant of God Dorothy Day5 \n◊◊◊ \nMuch as we want to\, we do not really know ourselves. Do we really want \nto see ourselves as God sees us\, or even as our fellow human beings see us? Could \nwe bear it\, weak as we are?… We do not want to be given that clear inward vision \nwhich discloses to us our most secret faults. In the Psalms there is that prayer \n“Deliver me from my secret sins.”… They were what I read most when I was in jail… \nI read with a sense of coming back to something that I had lost. There was an \nechoing in my heart. And how can anyone who has known human sorrow and \nhuman joy fail to respond to these words? \nOut of the depths I have cried to thee\, O Lord: Lord\, hear my voice. Let thy ears \nbe attentive to the voice of my supplication. If thou\, O Lord\, wilt mark iniquities: Lord \nwho shall stand it. For with thee there is merciful forgiveness… \nAll through those weary first days in jail when I was in solitary confinement\, \nthe only thoughts that brought comfort to my soul were those lines in the Psalms \nthat expressed the terror and misery of <one> suddenly stricken and abandoned. \nSolitude and hunger and weariness of spirit – these sharpened my perceptions so \nthat I suffered not only my own sorrow but the sorrows of those about me. I was \nno longer myself. I was <humankind>… The sorrows of the world encompassed \nme. I was like one gone down into the pit. Hope had forsaken me… And yet if it \nwere not the Holy Spirit that comforted me\, how could I have been comforted\, how \ncould I have endured\, how could I have lived in hope?… \n“What glorious hope!” Mauriac writes. “There are all those who will \ndiscover that their neighbor is Jesus himself\, although they belong to the mass of \nthose who do not know Christ or who have forgotten Him… Even some of those \nwho think they hate Him have consecrated their lives to Him; for Jesus is disguised \nand masked in the midst of <humanity>\, hidden among the poor\, among the sick\, \namong prisoners\, among strangers. Many who serve Him officially have never \nknown who He was\, and many who do not even know His name will hear on the \nlast day the words that open to them the gates of joy. ‘Those children were I\, and \nI those working men. I wept on the hospital bed. I was that murderer in his cell \nwhom you consoled.’” \nBut always the glimpses of God came most when I was alone. Objectors \ncannot say that it was fear of loneliness and solitude and pain that made me turn \nto Him. It was in those few years when I was alone and most happy that I found \nHim. I found Him at last through joy and thanksgiving\, not through sorrow. Yet \nhow can I say that either? Better let it be said that I found Him through His poor\, \nand in a moment of joy I turned to Him… If Christ established His Church on earth \nwith Peter as its rock\, that faulty one who denied Him three times\, who fled from \nHim when he was in trouble\, then I\, too\, wanted a share in that tender \ncompassionate love that is so great… \nThe experiences that I have had are more or less universal. Suffering\, \nsadness\, repentance\, love\, we all have known these. They are easiest to bear when \none remembers their universality\, when we remember that we are all members or \npotential members of the Mystical Body of Christ. A conversion is a lonely \nexperience. We do not know what is going on in the depths of the heart and soul \nof another. We scarcely know ourselves. \n  \n5 Day\, Dorothy. By Little and By Little – The Selected Writings of Dorothy Day. Ed. \nRobert Ellsberg. New York: Alfred A. Knopf\, 1983. 4-7\, 9.13 \n  \n 
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CATEGORIES:Vigils Readings
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