I struggle constantly with the fear that I’m not capable of living up to the ideal that Jesus lays out for us in today’s Gospel (Matthew 22: 34-40), especially the “neighbor” part.
God will never ask of us to do something He hasn’t already done. Jesus loves us with all His heart, all His soul, all His mind. This ideal is meant to melt those most interior places within us where such defeatism lies, where we are leveled by the absolute, complete, selfless, sacrificial love of God that Jesus has demonstrated in His Life, and in His death. The ideal which we grasp and consume as we take and eat His Body and Blood in the Eucharist.
Like every true love story, we can only respond by somehow, someway reciprocating. To strive to love that same way, as imperfectly as it is. Jesus sees that imperfect effort and, in His love for us, that is somehow enough to calm my fears of inadequacy.
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