Who can listen to it?

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood, you have no life in yourselves." ... When they heard this they said, “This is a difficult statement; who can listen to it? He said to them, “Does this cause you to stumble? ... As a result of this many of His disciples withdrew and were not walking with Him anymore (Jn6: 53,60, 66)

St Augustine

Who shall grant me to rest in Thee? By whose gift shall Thou enter into my heart and fill it so compellingly that I shall turn no more to my sins, but embrace Thee my only good?

(From Confessions, ed. Foley)

God says of Moses:

"Throughout my house he bears my trust" (Num 12:7)

I long for you to rest Your trust in me, I long to be trustworthy. I ask for this grace, if it is for my good and my family's.

Like a stone turning over

"Sometimes when I cannot go out on account of the weather, I spend time
inside holding the holy host – the Body of Christ. I place my hands on it
and it signifies my touch on God within my darkness. It is like a stone
turning over, turning my inner conflict to inner peace though faith."

Fr Cyril Axelrod (2008) in
http://www.newstatesman.com/blogs/the-faith-column/2008/04/god-touch-life-smell-senses

(Deafblind priest and author of 'And the Journey begins'.

Mary at Jesus' feet

“Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things.
There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part
and it will not be taken from her.”

Sweet Moses :))

Il-Mulej kien ikellem lil Mose wicc imbwicc, bhalma bniedem ikellem lil habibu;

Mose kellem lill-Mulej u qallu: Ara, int ghedtli 'Tala' lil dan il-poplu', u ma ghidtlix lil min se tibghat mieghi. U int ghedt: 'jien nafek b'ismek, u int sibt ukoll hniena f'ghajnejja.' U issa, jekk jien tassew sibt hniena quddiemek, ghallimni triqatek biex naghrfek u nsib hniena quddiemek. Qis ukoll li dan il-gens hu l-poplu tieghek.

U l-Mulej wiegeb: "Il-prezenza tieghi tigi mieghek, u nserrahlek rasek."

U qallu: "Jekk il-prezenza tieghek ma tigix maghna, itellaghniex minn hawn. Kif se nkun naf jekk sibtx hniena quddiemek, jien u l-poplu tieghek? M'hux ghax inti timxi maghna?"

"Jekk jien tassew sibt hniena quddiemek, ja Sidi, ha jigi Sidi go nofsna, nitolbok; ghax dan hu poplu rasu iebsa. Ahfrilna hzunietna u htijietna, u hudna b'wirt ghalik."

(Ex 33:11-13; 34:9)

Desert

A grain of sand in the desert now. When will it rain, when will dew settle? Will I grumble like the Izraelites and prefer slavery to the famine in the desert? Will I put you to the test God? Grant me the grace, never ever to do so.

Strange as it may seem, this is a place that is to be yearned for:

"Who will give me wings like a dove, to fly away and find rest?
How far I would escape and make a nest in the desert?" Psalm 55