Do with me, Lord, as you did to your apostle Thomas. He was one of those who were reduced to nothing, people about whom it is said that they were given over to your grace. He was nothing due to riches, or reputation, or talents, or even virtue. He was weakness itself. But you took pleasure in making your strength “shine through him.” He took your name to the far reaches of the East, to those peoples who lived in darkness and the shadow dark as death, and who did not even have eyes to see the light. —François Fénelon, Meditations on the Heart of God, Paraclete Press
Jesus, you know what I am thinking. You hear what I am saying, even when I don’t think that you are around. Yet knowing all this, you still love me, and, as with Thomas, you meet me where I am. Thank you for caring for me enough to bear with my demands. Amen.