I was wanting to spend the next few Saturday nights with one or another of my favorite female friends, before my official dating cutoff, May 29, 2010, the Fathers of Mercy ordination. Now I realize that to do so would be like trying to have my cake and eat it, wanting to be single and mingle up till the last minute while the one I claim to love is waiting on me. It seams that yet again I have shown that I am not the Catholic Southern Gentleman that I should be, if not in action then in words and thought, which are no better.
Yet another time when I wish that I could turn over my free will to another who will take control and lead me aright; yet, I know full well that the one who will walk arm in arm with me along the road to perfection, both spiritual and temporal, will never take control. The one I speak of is my true beloved who I so carelessly neglect. She does not force, she guides; allowing me to go astray if I so chose without ever loosing her own way. Sometimes she allows me to get tangled in the briers by the ways side, but even then as she helps me to my feet she plucks a rose, with a drop of my own blood staining a white petal as a reminder to watch both just in front of my feet and off in the distance, all the while keeping my fingers locked with hers.
As each mile, hill, and vlel passes we will grow closer together till at long last she gives herself completely to me, as undeserving as I am or will be, for though I reach the sanctity if John the Baptist it will never be enough. I cannot love her as I ought, but with God's grace I can do all things. The terrible splendor of the thought of becoming one flesh with her is beyond my comprehension, much more my pen. By the grace of God we will bear many children and they shall be of good stock (on their mother's side) and if I care for them and teach them well they may too in turn bear much fruit, generation after generation.
The knowledge of my incapacity of fulfilling my task of loving my dear as I ought should not discourage me. On the contrary it should motivate me to press on, and on, and on, for I know her Master's word to be good and he has assured me that I will be rewarded a hundred fold! With that in mind what is one more step? So I think that I shall be spending the next few Saturday nights dating after-all. I will be meeting my date at the Chapel of Divine Mercy, where we will converse, I telling my faults and she her virtues; we will smile at each other; sing to and with each other. I will fall more madly in love with her, as she reveals to me her already perfect love and I will find such happiness in her as cannot be found elsewhere this side of the Eternal Paradise, where I will be raised to perfection with her.