Dispatches from Fr. Charitas

Friday, April 13, 2018

I believe in visions. Not the visions that are projections on the mind as if holy hallucinations, but the visions that seem to make reality glow.

As I gaze at the sunflowers soaking up the sunshine, they slowly turn themselves in contemplations on the holy artistry of God. I can witness how Creation creates out of its own will, a will placed within it by the Mind of God. The mathematics of it all, the spiral in in sequential design, the balance of the seeds and the blooms… such a natural, supernatural design. I behold the yellow that somehow grows even more yellow as my eyes take time to behold. With my eyes, I believe that this sunflower yellow is a musical yellow that sings, first singing praise to the Sun, beyond that to the farmer, and further beyond that, the Maker Divine. I see how the sunflowers move with the wind, in yielding a little they endure all the longer, brave in the face of the storm, sensitive in nuance of the breeze.

Yes, as I gaze at these sunflowers they become visions in themselves, they reveal the essence that gives to their expression.

I believe in visions whether they be expressed through sunflowers or sparrows, babies being born and old souls dying, hands being touched, and thirsts being quenched, words being spoken and words being heard, smiles being shared and tears being felt. I find holy vision comes to soul who take time to behold.

In His Service always,
Fr. Charitas de la Cruz