My word is not my own
At our ‘deacons spiritual retreat’ (see yesterday’s post) we learnt that there comes a time in life when we grow weary of the material world. We experience an interior separation and longing for a deeper meaning to life. Some mystics call it a heartache - an interior pain, a calling from the divine.
We begin a search to find something that has always been present, an interior life, a contemplative dimension. This awakening stirs within us a desire to live not just on the surface of things, but from a place of depth and presence. It is as if God, who has always been quietly dwelling within, is now gently knocking, asking to be noticed, heard, and welcomed more fully.
In this sacred stirring, we discover that true meaning and purpose do not come from what we possess or achieve. We realize that the busyness of the modern world is a deception keeping us away from what truly matters.
In our search we become aware of God’s presence in our lives. We have an encounter with God, a conversion experience. It may not be dramatic or loud, but it is deeply personal and transformative—a moment when the veil is lifted, and we see with new eyes, a new way of seeing reality.
We recognize that God has been patiently waiting, gently calling us into a relationship marked not by doing, but by being—by trust, stillness, and surrender. This encounter reorders our priorities, softens our hearts, and opens us to a life of deeper love, service, and spiritual freedom.
This week’s Gospel John 14: 23-29 captures this in the phrase ‘My word is not my own: it is the word of the one who sent me.’
Probably, like me, you are experiencing this heartache. It is a call for an encounter with God. I encourage you to welcome it. Make time for silence, stillness, prayer, and a faith community. Listen for the gentle knock. God is near, waiting to make His home with us. Open the door to the interior life.