Dear Daughters of St. Philip Neri,
One of the most unfortunate and painful effects of sin is the distance it places between Creator and creature. A feeling of psychosis washes over us that Evely strains to capture in the reflection below: "like a word which one never finishes pronouncing, eternally suspended and uncertain about its own meaning. A word which does not hear the voice which pronounces it. . . ." Our perception and experience of reality changes. It is as if we are being shaped by a violent force or dark will in which we experience no love. Conscious alone of this painful and frightening reality, we grow weary and cry out against the one who is responsible for it. Yet, incapable of expressing ourselves, our cries never seem to communicate this pain or find a path to its relief.
Only He who created us, He who is meaning itself, can free us from our distress and He must work at the very locus of the pain. Rest comes to us only when we have be recreated by the loving hands we have grown to fear and sometimes even hate. We will find rest only when the work of the pierced and loving hands is complete.
There is no worse suffering than to be a creature. We are like a word which one never finishes pronouncing, eternally suspended and uncertain about its own meaning. A word which does not hear the voice which pronounces it. A word which must be content to let itself be pronounced.
Or else we are like rough-casts which have escaped from the hands of our modeler.
We are sick and tired of being hurt, of blows, scrapings, cuttings, remodeling. But when we stop in our furious flight, we find ourselves miserable, terribly insufficient, incapable of expressing ourselves and finding our bearings, and we cry with anger and indignation against him who is responsible for it.
There is no rest, for a creature, except in the hands of his Creator. He alone can complete it, free it from its anxiety and distress. But the place of its completion is also the place of its pain, the place where God is at work on it. There is no peace for us except in relying on the place where we are hurt.