I received a phone call right after I got into bed and had finished my Rosary. My friend had called to return my call, but when I tried to tell him what I wanted, I could not think or speak, I was suddenly overcome with an upwelling of love that prevented thought or speech.
It blows my mind that people do not believe God loves that way, or that mysticism is true and real; it is about the loving of God, that He loves us so much, and we return so little to Him.
If you tried to spend some time just with Him, you might be overwhelmed as well. It is so freeing not to need to say anything or need to do anything special except merely love.
All philosophy and all theology are wiped away and annihilated by the simple fact of the presence of divine love. So many times, I have been floored with that love, and it coincided so perfectly with pain strong enough to immobilize me. Nevertheless, I did not mind it at all, and curiously, I was willing to endure as much of it as was wanted.
Why would anyone, realizing they could love that way too, dismiss the Lord if He approached and made known His love or a simple desire to be near us, or to be near someone else suffering at the same time. Two people, in different places at the same time both overcome with pain and love at the same time, unmistakably suffused with divine affection. A moment in time yet outside it, and whose love is unquenchable, and the sadness of the pain is suffused with the gratitude of a soul come down from the cross to give thanks to God for their healing and relief.
If you started praying today, I could not guarantee that you would experience what I have related. Yet it would not take much persuasion to be encouraged to prayer for the joy of a few moment's peace that rests every corner of your being.
People have trekked into high mountains exposed to the tremendous storms and violence of the Himalayas for the opportunity to at least seek that peace and to afford it for everyone who is willing to turn to the Lord silently, within themselves.
People have fought with temptations and distractions for the opportunity of losing the world long enough to hear His passing and what He has to say. Others found out and began trekking up the mountain to a man's cave for the privilege of simply being bear the being who lives within, to the point he might have to trek farther up into some place even more obscure to fast and pray so as to gain control of their thoughts and feelings so they may be disregarded.
So if you ever wondered what the hermits in the mountain caves were on to, you might be surprised if you were to make the effort to go find him. In their quest for God.
The universe obeys its own rules, but it does not feel anything; we might be called the feeling part of it, and yet in its obedience, people get annihilated by storms and volcanoes and cold and heat. Those who might be called saints figured out that being still in the presence of the Lord is all that is necessary to live a religious life, a life seeking God. Add to that a little fasting and a little solitude and some silence, and you would be included too in the brotherhood of those seeking God and finding HIm, who found the cave and the mountain were only a coincidence that just so happened to coincide with when His Heart burst open inside you to fill you with the fire of His love.