How I try to live the spirituality of the Sacred Heart

For me the Sacred Heart was simply another way of saying Jesus until I felt one day a very profound experience of my humanity and the way on which I was united to other human beings. It was in Uganda, at the beginning of 1984; when I was present at a Mass in honor of the Uganda Martyrs in our parish church at Gaba. It was atrociously hot, the church was full to its limits and the sermon of which I did not understand one word, was extremely long. Normally I would have been able to sleep, but I found myself extraordinarily awake and somehow close to all those men and women who were suffering all over the world. At that moment I had the conviction that for me the only way to live was to love with all my being. I knew that I was not and would never be capable of such love but that I was able at least to hold myself open to the love which the living and pierced heart of Christ is both symbol and reality.

Ten years later during a retreat at Brecon in the Welsh hills I was suddenly plunged into a black total loss of faith. My life seemed to me hypocrisy and the experience of God an illusion. A sense of union with my fellow human beings became a shared illusion with all humanity. Knowing myself a human being was a communion in denial of all that we seem to be made for.

The next morning at four o’clock I felt the need to take some action and I decided to go out to look at the sunrise. Climbing the hill behind the house I felt weighed down by this burden of being human and a living lie without any reason for being. Meanwhile I waited…… and the sun rose. It seemed at that moment my burden evaporated like a morning mist. My pathetic humanity was invaded by a completely other aspect; it now had, besides its horizontal sense of solidarity with all other human beings a new vertical dimension. At that moment of sunrise I felt myself in touch with all humanity as it evolved and the first human being who may have stood where I was standing and called the sun by name. I found myself saying quite simply

Thank you.

Prue Wilson rscj
Province of England- Wales

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Katie Mifsud  - How I try to live the Spiritua   |195.158.90.xxx |2006-06-18 12:45:13 The second part of this sharing touched me deeply. I too had gone through a phase - more than just one day long!- of feeling that everything was void, God does not even exist, my life was one big lie. Then a few days ago, during the shared homily at the liturgy while I was in retreat, I suddenly felt a great weight lifted off my shoulder and I all my doubts disappeared. At that moment sharing the Word of God at the Eucharist took on a profound meaning for me. Reply | Quote

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