On the way back from lunch I heard a radio preacher making the point that everything we think of as "ours" is merely something which God has entrusted to our care, and our stewardship of these items will be called to an accounting at the end.
I'd be a bit fearful of that if I didn't believe that this can get twisted into as much of a misunderstanding of grace as any other approach that makes our eternal destiny a matter of our own effort.
But it occurs to me that there is one thing which God has entrusted to my stewardship for which I still do the poorest job of caring, nor do I really have any idea of how I'm going to fix that problem. I have so long abused my own heart, and made choices affecting it that can never be undone, that I don't know how to care for it.
Maybe I never have.
Take, Lord, receive all my liberty,
my memory, my understanding
and my entire will,
All I have and call my own.
You have given all to me.
To you, Lord, I return it.
Everything is yours; do with it what you will.
Give me only your love and your grace.
That is enough for me. - Prayer of St. Ignatius
Which reminds me: when we prayed the Litany of the Saints at Easter Vigil, I smiled a bit more broadly when we got to St. Ignatius.
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