He does it every morning. Because the fire is almost out.
Only a few fierce little embers remain.
And the glass has cooled, so my husband sees it as a good time to clean.
Clean glass means a way to see the beauty. So others don’t miss leaping and dancing flames once the fire is burning again.
“Carry Christ everywhere in your heart. Make yourselves monstrances and go into places where our Lord has never been adored in the Host…where the monstrance has never been lifted up.” (Caryl Houselander, The Passion of the Infant Christ.)
A monstrance has glass too. And the fiery and Sacred Heart of Our Lord resides there. And we can make our souls like monstrances, and bring Him into places where His never been before. In fact He needs us to, for as St Teresa of Avila says,
“Christ has no body on earth now, but yours.”
But what if the heat of His love in me has cooled?
And what if there are but a few burning embers?
And what if life has distracted me, and sin and self, have blackened the glass of my soul?
I’ve lost my burning passion for Him. I have fallen away from prayer. I have let the concerns of the world mar the way to see beauty.
I have little love to carry to others, and the internal beauty of grace is obscured-
obscured by glass that is clouded with fear and remorse.
Mercy! He, the Gentle Lover, rises early to meet me.
He sees the state that I’m in. And with kind but deliberate movements, He cleanses the glass of my soul. Stroke by stroke, I confess and He restores me to clarity.
Reluctantly, but in hope, I open. He sees the dying embers within,
but also reminds me of His promise,
“A smoldering wick He will not quench.” (Isaiah 42:3)
Ashes! Such death from which I can rise again!
“The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God,
and no torment shall touch them.
Chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed,
because God tried them
and found them worthy of himself.
As gold in the furnace, he proved them,
and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.
In the time of their judgment
they shall shine
and dart about as sparks through stubble.
(Wisdom 3: 1, 5-7)
Clean glass, I’m a monstrance, filled with the fire of His Love. Others will remark at His Beauty and light. Others with see the Christ alive in me.
Will you burn and shine for Him?
And take Him to places where He’s never been adored or lifted high?