“O Consuming Fire, Spirit of Love, come upon me and create in my soul a kind of incarnation of the Word: that I may be another humanity for Him in which He can renew His whole Mystery.” Blessed Elizabeth of the Trinity
What if Advent was not about preparing for Christ’s coming anywhere but in my own life? What if I spent these weeks doing everything in my power and asking for every grace I need to be able to say on December 25, “Christ lives in me in a new way!” What if the members of my household are not so impressed by the lovely packages under the tree but by the presence of Christ in me?
So many are looking forward to seeing the Babe asleep in the manger, but how many are depending on seeing Our Savior in me? In fact, it seems the former would be pretty pointless in my life without the latter.
The ironic deminsion is that even believing this is possible is beyond me, let alone trying to bring it about. I am like dry wood- just a dead tree- until the Spirit of Love comes upon me as a consuming Fire. Then the lifeless wood comes to life, giving off light and heat from itself but which is not of itself, but rather more than self.
To have Christ so present in me is not selfish but demands great selflessness. His desires must be my own and the desire of His Heart is the salvation of souls. The ones who communicate Christ the most are the ones who communicate self the least.
So, what if?