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November 14, 2006
Burn
Holy Jesus, you abide in me. Let your truth, your justice, your way burn my heart and my soul till I am nothing but a small pile of ash. Consume me and my anger, my coldness, my indifference, my hardness, and remake me -- transform me! -- till I become more like you despite my cold heart. I've tried to rid myself of this hard ball of cold indifference, but I cannot be the agent of transformation in my own life. You alone, reaching in from outside, from above, must do the work of transformation in my heart, my soul, my mind, my way of being. I must be realigned with you but I can no more realign myself than a painting can level itself...I must have the plumb line of your word to show me what is truly level, and I must have your strong arm reach over and -- just so -- level me, transform me, till I am once again who I desire to be.
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