Why do I do all that manual labor at the monastery each summer? Why get up so early? Why deny myself TV, radio, newspapers and meat? All summer long I am practicing saying no to all the things that I want: sleep, hamburgers, Sports TV, movies. I have found that self-denial is the way for me to "hurl myself in the consuming fire of love." It seems to make no sense, until you do it. True, along the way, there is a lot of murmuring and whining. This is the sound of useless baggage being let go.
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The ultimate luxury is to live with no obligations except to God.
ReplyDeleteI only wish I had your self control Terry!
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