“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations–these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit–immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously–no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinners–no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat, the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden.” ~ C.S. Lewis ~
Today, I am dealing with a bit of depression. Have been for a few days. What does this quote have to do with depression? I guess it reminded me that while I struggle with my job, my cynicism, the people at work who I don’t like, my family, my future and my finances… well, I lose sight of the holy. I lose my perspective on who I am, on who they are.
But I won’t sit here and write what for me, today, would be a trite post about needing to love them or myself. I will just leave it at that. I need to connect with God who loves me in so many ways (and he just whispered to me at my desk that he loves me so much, and it gave me chills to hear him and I almost started crying because that’s good news.)