July 20, 2017

Moses, hearing the voice of the LORD from the burning bush, said to him,
"When I go to the children of Israel and say to them,
'The God of your fathers has sent me to you,'
if they ask me, 'What is his name?' what am I to tell them?"
God replied, "I am who am."
Then he added, "This is what you shall tell the children of Israel:

I AM sent me to you." (Exodus 3:13-14)

Brothers and sisters:

I love, love, love this passage from Scripture. Love the name that the Lord shares with us for himself—“I am who am”; this name which our human minds cannot grasp, so tied they are to concrete facts, to our senses, to concepts they can imagine.

But can you imagine existence itself? Pure, simple, the definition of God?

I am.

And, later, St. John says: “God is love.” I am love.

Have you ever had a moment, sitting, perhaps, on a Frassati hike at the mountain crest, wind tickling your cheeks, when everything in you has felt one with the world beyond you? Everything in you stills: your breathing, your thoughts, you forget the soreness of your muscles and just look out with a delighted wonder.

That is sort of what it is like to be God—he is the thread that runs through everything we see, touch, walk, the one who contains it within his being, out of whose being it originates.

This is among the most urgent reasons God demands to be so very much loved: He is. Everything in the world tells the story of his mind, the divine imagination that gave us trees, flowers, rivers twisting through valleys, a sun that beams heat for our skins, and thus of his heart, which yearns so much that we find in ourselves that capacity to sit down and be with him, our hearts present to the very fact that he is—and we are not; that he gave us life—and we could not; that he contains our eternity—even if fear, even if the world, try to steal away from us this hope.

A prayer: Father, Maker; Jesus, Savior; Spirit, Sanctifier—I love you. Let me see your face, the face and the heart of existence itself, so that even now I may love you in a way Heaven will complete in me, by your grace. Amen.

Frassati NY