He is all things to all people. Imagine that, if you can. I don’t know…
I have been praying with these beautiful words of Bishop Jacques Benigne-Bossuet, a French bishop and theologian from the 17th Century. This particular meditation comes from his Meditations for Lent. Yes, I am aware that Lent is over and we are well into the Easter season; I’m a slow reader :-). May his meditation fuel your fervor for our Risen Lord.
God sees you in secret. Know that He sees into your very depths, infinitely farther than you do yourself. Make a simple, lively act of faith in His presence. Christian soul, place yourself entirely under His gaze. He is very near. He is present, for He gives being and motion to all things. Yet you must believe more; you must believe with a lively faith that He is present to you by giving you all of your good thoughts from within, as holding in His hand the source from which they come, and not only the good thoughts, but also whatever good desires, good resolutions, and every good act of the will, from its very first beginning and birth to its final perfection.
Believe, too, that He is in the souls of the just, and that He makes his dwelling there within, according to these words of the Lord: “We will come to him and make our home with him” (John 14:23). He is there in a stable and permanent way: He makes his home there. Desire that He should be in you in this way. Offer yourself to Him as His dwelling and temple.
Now come out, and with the same faith that enables you to see Him within you, look upon Him in Heaven, where He manifests Himself to His beloved. It is there that He awaits you. Run. Fly. Break your chains; break all the bonds that tie you down to flesh and blood. O God, when shall I see you? When will I have that pure heart that enables You to be seen, in Yourself, outside of Yourself, everywhere? O Light that enlightens the world! O Life that gives life to all the living! O Truth that feeds us all! O Good that satisfies us all! O Love that binds all together! I praise You, My heavenly Father, who sees me in secret. – Jacques Benigne-Bossuet