God utters me like a word containing a partial thought of Himself.
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation
For the past several years during Lent, I have carried a mindfulness object to remind myself of something Christ-centered during that holy season. This year I carried a little pocket mirror on which I had written the first three words of today’s quote by Thomas Merton.
And these were some of my thoughts about his words —
What if, instead of the four Greek words for love, or instead of the five ways to say “I love you” in Mandarin, or instead of the nine ways to say it in Russian — what if, at any given time on the planet Earth, there are over 7 billion words for Love, uttered by God Himself, and they each have a face, and hands, and feet?
What if each time God utters a person into being, He’s saying another word containing a partial thought of Him — and that word is Love?
What if I am a word for love? Am I living my life in such a way that others can see that?