The other day I returned to my favorite, non-church prayer spot, the Convent of San Marco. On this visit I was able to be in more the moment in those cells because I didn’t take many pictures (archived from past visits). Thus it was easy to picture myself living there in simplicity, free of chattels and too much to do. I’d be dividing my time between gazing at the Fra Angelico fresco in my cell, and looking out the widow onto the cloister.
If my cell contained the painting of Jesus and Mary Magdalene in the garden after the Resurrection, I would be very grateful--along with, I must admit, a tad of vain glory. On the other hand, if my fresco was one of those of the crucifixion (and good chance since there are many), I’d pity myself and probably plot to change my room. Ridding myself of jealousy, anger, privilege would be the challenge. “Thou shalt not covet.” All of those sins; where there is one, there’s bound to be others.
Dreaming is okay. Being grateful for whatever God has giving me is where I want to be. Right now, I am in Florence, and I am very grateful for that.
If my cell contained the painting of Jesus and Mary Magdalene in the garden after the Resurrection, I would be very grateful--along with, I must admit, a tad of vain glory. On the other hand, if my fresco was one of those of the crucifixion (and good chance since there are many), I’d pity myself and probably plot to change my room. Ridding myself of jealousy, anger, privilege would be the challenge. “Thou shalt not covet.” All of those sins; where there is one, there’s bound to be others.
Dreaming is okay. Being grateful for whatever God has giving me is where I want to be. Right now, I am in Florence, and I am very grateful for that.
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