“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters;

he revives my soul…my cup overflows…and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long” (Ps 23)

“…the king noticed a man there who was not wearing a wedding robe… the king said…‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness…’ For many are called, but few are chosen.”(Matthew 22.11-13)

The gully below my feet, as I stand on the rocks of St Cenydd’s Island, not fishing while my friend of ages does fish, overflows with the turning tide. The sea is wild today and we’d better not stay long. Libby barks as the water rushes out of the trench just as fast as it had come in. She yowls as the monster returns and bathes our legs over the jagged cliff. Soon we will scramble and wade back to the beach, because if we don’t the waves will take us away to the dark and the deep. There might then be a gnashing of teeth.

But, for a while more, we

will gaze at the gully, the seabirds and the sea, and bark into the wind that we and fisherman Dai (and his dog I think) are truly free. Like the sea and the rocks, God and my soul dance. Sometimes God is the sea, sometimes the sea is me, God the rock of salvation, me the gully-cup overflowed. Sometimes the God-tide is full, other times she is gone and I am just a rock standing alone, craggy, dried by the wind.

Love is love. True God, true God. Though God revives my soul and fills my heart to overflow, I have no control. But I can dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long. I can and I must. But it is not a house of my building. To dwell there I must relinquish all control. I dwell there, just as my soul is filled and overflows, by

God’s grace and God’s grace alone.

There is a great feast. A wedding feast. The marriage between Messiah and Church. The messengers must go out to all now and invite them in. All are invited, whoever they are or are seemingly not. All are welcome.

But there is one who will not wear the wedding robe. That one thinks he is here under his own steam. He does not understand it is all about grace. He wants to deserve his place and he thinks that he does. But he is wrong and he will feel the cold wind blow in his rattling bones. Sometimes that one too, is me.

But like the sea,

God returns and the gully once again

is graced

with love’s overflow.

When will I learn? I mean really learn?

~ by Fr Tim Ardouin on October 10, 2014.

2 Responses to “”

  1. I loved these profound words. My name is Derek from Llantwit Major and I would like to take the opportunity to thank you for the service at St Gwynour’s yesterday (28th Oct) at the Interment of my Sister Audrey as I didn’t get a chance to thank you at the time. I found your words to be very meaningful and inspiring.

    • Thank you Derek. I am sorry we didn’t have time to talk to each other. God willing, we’ll meet again. Tangnefedd i chi.

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