As we celebrated Pentecost Sunday this past year at ECHO Nola, I was struck by a line of the “Veni, Sancte Spiritus”: “Melt the frozen, warm the chill”
It’s something only the Lord can do for us.
O little one,
Shrouded in darkness,
Covered in snow!
Will you venture into the dark abyss
To be welded into a new creation
Will you let the flames scorch your skin
As you stand firmly planted in your assignment
I think back on the month of June and see a blur of Nutella and Moana. After being drenched in the graces of ECHO Nola, I came home to begin the daunting task of babysitting my cousin’s three munchkins (aged 6, 4, and 2). Soon enough, the words from the talks at ECHO were being drowned out by Disney. My conversations about God and humanity transformed into fantastical stories about Dinosaur puppies, and my time alone with Jesus started to become overwhelmed with thoughts of the kids, what they needed, and what new games we could play.
But God, being the loving Father that He is, being the perfect Lover, didn’t jealously wait for me to return to Him in the Adoration Chapel but instead found me in the midst of this Nutella – covered summer. I could go on and list thousands of way He did this every day, but instead, I’ll focus on one. He met me in the words of a Moana song.
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