Paperback cover of Esperanto edition of “Where Love is, God is” by Leo Tolstoy
Today is the First Sunday of Advent.
Come Lord Jesus, Come.
The Christian lives in the Hope. We look to tomorrow with confidence, even absurd confidence. As the White Queen told Alice, “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” There is an exuberance in the Christian Life, an exaltation which passes logic. Why? Because we belong to Christ.
Listen to Leo Tolstoy:
· I believe in God, who is for me spirit, love, the principle of all things.
· I believe that God is in me, as I am in Him.
· I believe that the true welfare of man consists in fulfilling the will of God.
· I believe that from the fulfillment of the will of God there can follow nothing but that which is good for me and for all men.
· I believe that the will of God is that every man should love his fellow men, and should act toward others as he desires that they should act toward him.
· I believe that the reason of life is for each of us simply to grow in love.
· I believe that this growth in love will contribute more than any other force to establish the Kingdom of God on earth
Lord help each of us to be people of belief. In belief we can find meaning and purpose which inspire us to be people who can make a difference. Let us use our belief for the betterment all we touch. Amen
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Henri Nouwen in his L’Arche journal ‘The Road to Daybreak’ gives a really helpful example of this by quoting a summarized version of ‘The Three Hermits’ story written by Leo Tolstoy in the 19th century, that for me gets to the very heart of prayer.
“Three Russian monks lived on a faraway island. Nobody ever went there, but one day their bishop decided to make a pastoral visit. When he arrived, he discovered that the monks didn’t even know the Lord’s Prayer. So he spent all his time and energy teaching them the “Our Father” and then left, satisfied with his pastoral work. But when his ship had left the island and was back in the open sea, he suddenly noticed the three hermits walking on the water – in fact, they were running after the ship! When they reached it, they cried, “Dear Father, we have forgotten the prayer you taught us.” The bishop overwhelmed by what he was seeing and hearing, said, “But, dear brothers, how then do you pray?” They answered, “Well, we just say, ‘Dear God, there are three of us and there are three of you, have mercy on us!’” The bishop, awestruck by their sanctity and simplicity, said, “Go back to your land and be at peace.”
We are caught so much in the “how to” of life that we never get to the real thing. Prayer and faith are things we just do.