Made for Love, Loved by God (eBook)

Fr. Peter John Cameron O.P. (Autor)

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2023 | 1. Auflage
160 Seiten
Servant (Verlag)
978-1-63582-326-4 (ISBN)

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A down-to-earth, practical reflection on the nature of God' s love, eloquently written by Fr. Peter Cameron. Drawing heavily on Sacred Scripture and the transforming encounters with Jesus Christ recorded in the Gospels, Fr. Cameron seeks to make God's love as real, concrete, and accessible to his readers' lives as possible. He emphasizes how God constantly searches for us and takes the initiative in loving us-how he woos us into happiness with him. Made for Love, Loved by God will also address common misconceptions about God' s love as well as the obstacles that prevent us from letting God love us. After reading this book, the reader will feel closer to God by being shown a way to be closer to God. It will imbue the reader with the certainty of the psalmist: 'The Lord delights in those who wait for his love' (Psalm 147:11).

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A down-to-earth, practical reflection on the nature of God' s love, eloquently written by Fr. Peter Cameron. Drawing heavily on Sacred Scripture and the transforming encounters with Jesus Christ recorded in the Gospels, Fr. Cameron seeks to make God's love as real, concrete, and accessible to his readers' lives as possible. He emphasizes how God constantly searches for us and takes the initiative in loving us-how he woos us into happiness with him. Made for Love, Loved by God will also address common misconceptions about God' s love as well as the obstacles that prevent us from letting God love us. After reading this book, the reader will feel closer to God by being shown a way to be closer to God. It will imbue the reader with the certainty of the psalmist: "e;The Lord delights in those who wait for his love"e; (Psalm 147:11).

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CHAPTER ONE

HUNGER FOR LOVE

Then the Divine Goodness, regarding with the eye of His mercy the hunger and desire of that soul, said:…

“The soul cannot live without love, but always wants to love something, because she is made of love, and, by love, I created her…. The affection moved the intellect, saying, as it were, ‘I will love, because the food on which I feed is love.’”3

—ST. CATHERINE OF SIENA

“I love you.” Who would ever dare to live life without those words?

Jean Vanier (born 1928) is the founder of L’Arche, an international federation of group homes both for people with developmental disabilities and for those who assist them. Several years ago I remember being struck by a passage in one of his books. It was about an eight-year-old boy named Armando:

Armando cannot walk or talk and is very small for his age. He came to us from an orphanage where he had been abandoned. He no longer wanted to eat because he no longer wanted to live cast off from his mother. He was desperately thin and was dying of lack of food. After a while in our community where he found people who held him, loved him and wanted him to live, he gradually began to eat again and to develop in a remarkable way. He still cannot walk or talk or eat by himself, his body is twisted and broken, and he has a severe mental disability, but when you pick him up, his eyes and his whole body quiver with joy and excitement and say: “I love you.” He has a deep therapeutic influence on people.4

In some ways we are all like Armando. Despite our loneliness, our powerlessness, our brokenness, something drives us and refuses to die. We are a hunger for love. And when at last that love comes and finds us, picks us up and holds us close, it transforms us. We become love for others.

This is why Jesus commands, “Unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3). The total receptivity to love modeled by that defenseless young boy is what equips us best for heaven.

THE HUMAN NEED FOR LOVE

To be human is to be need. To be human is to be need for love. “What we need over and above sheer existence,” wrote the Catholic theologian Josef Pieper (+1997) “is to be loved by another person. Being created by God actually does not suffice, it would seem; the fact of creation needs continuation and perfection by the creative power of human love.”5

A few years ago a friend of mine was enjoying a visit one evening from his preschool granddaughter. They stood stargazing in the backyard when, to their delight, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Both immediately made a wish. The little girl wanted to share hers.

“Grandpa,” she said, “I wished that you would love me forever.”

Gasp. The child did not know that that love was hers already. Nor did she take it for granted. She didn’t wish for toys, or riches, or the joys only a child’s mind can imagine. Rather, her tiny heart told her that she needed her grandfather’s love more than anything else in the world. So she dared to expend a rare and priceless wish to keep that love from ending.

It’s the promise of such a love that makes us get out of bed in the morning and gives us the courage to face the next five minutes.

In the early 1990s I was assigned to an apostolate in Los Angeles, California. It was a time when crime committed by street gangs there reached crisis proportions. Social scientists conducted studies to get at what was behind it all. Why did young people join street gangs? Was it for the thrill of violence? For the chance to wreak mayhem? To rebel against the establishment? To indulge in drugs and dereliction?

The findings indicated no—it was none of those things. What drew teenagers to gangs was simply the desire to belong. Fragmented families, absent or abusive parents, left many youth feeling alienated, anxious, and alone. The isolation was too much for them. Better to opt for membership in a gang—as perilous and deviant as that choice was—than to endure the unbearable pain of belonging to no one.

I grew up in a suburb with parents who loved me. Yet even with that assurance, I was always looking for more love. The high point of my little-boy life was getting a visit from my Italian grandparents, who lived in a neighboring state. Noni and Nono we called them.

My brothers and I would stand out on the cement front steps of our yellow house laser-beaming Hany Lane with our eyes, willing Nono’s car to materialize. Yes, they came laden with chocolate-frosted doughnuts and rigatoni in Noni’s homemade, to-die-for spaghetti sauce. But it was more than that. I would burst in expectation of their arrival because I felt loved by them like nothing else in the world.

As I grew into my jaded teenage years, even their love seemed to be not enough. The need in me became a wound. Then one evening in 1974, I sat with my siblings watching a made-for-TV movie called Bad Ronald (which I would recommend to no one).

The premise of the film is this:

Ronald Wilby is a sweet but nerdy only child who lives alone in a big, old house with his divorced, neurotic, overprotective mother. His estranged father wants nothing to do with them. Ronald is preoccupied with preparing for college as a premed major, with composing and illustrating science fiction fantasy stories, and with Laurie Matthews, the neighborhood blonde-haired beauty of his dreams.

On Ronald’s seventeenth birthday, he gets dressed up and takes himself over to Laurie’s house, where she and her friends are frolicking in the family pool. When Ronald presents himself poolside in the hopes of spending some time alone with Laurie, the gang of them go at him. They taunt and ridicule Ronald, mock him mercilessly for his crush on Laurie, splash him with water. But the cruelest of them all is Laurie herself who finds Ronald’s pining for her repugnant. She reacts with searing meanness, rejecting him. She practically blames Ronald for his tender feelings, turning his heartfelt affection into an offense.

Spurned and dejected, Ronald leaves, taking a shortcut through the hedges. Whereupon he collides with Carole, Laurie’s younger sister, who is out riding her bike. And despite being half Ronald’s age, Carole proceeds to bully and berate him, spewing insulting things about both Ronald and his mother. He pushes the girl to the ground. She hits her head and dies.

The panic-stricken Ronald confesses to his mother. Desperate to keep her son from prison, Mrs. Wilby devises a macabre plan: they will plaster over the door of a bathroom, and Ronald will live there, hidden from the world in this ingenious secret chamber.

But…Mrs. Wilby then dies—unbeknownst to Ronald—and he is left to languish within the walls of the house alone. Of course, the plot takes some offbeat twists from there. But the point is: When the movie was over, I was a wreck. Why? Because I felt like it was all about me. And I was stunned that my brothers and sisters didn’t feel the same.

That pathetic story got me asking: Is this what happens when you dare to pursue the need to be loved—that all the world turns on you with derision and abuse and contempt? So what if I am awkward, and socially inept, and even a dweeb? Does that mean that I’m disqualified from love? That there’s no love out there for me? Is this what listening to your heart and taking a risk does: make you crazed and violent and dangerous? Turn you into someone on the run? Make you a captive? Wall you up in your own overwhelming emotion? Abandon you to an even worse loneliness? If that is so, then the hunger for love is a curse!

I could identify entirely with the wretched Ronald Wilby. How ironic the way he resembled the innocent victim murdered for no reason in Edgar Allan Poe’s disturbing short story “The Tell-Tale Heart.” From its place under the floorboards where he had buried the victim’s corpse, the hateful killer still could hear “the beating of his hideous heart.”

Nothing can silence that heart.

Our need for love cannot be killed. Look at the Samaritan woman at the well (John 4:4–42). She had had five husbands, and the man she is living with when we meet her is not her husband. Not one of the men has been enough for her heart. All the same, she does not give up on love, because she has a hunger for love. Or maybe in her case it would be better to say that she has a thirst for love. For in order to woo the woman to what will truly satisfy the infinite longing of her heart, Jesus says, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him and he would have given you living water” (John 4:11).

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Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 19.1.2023
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Geisteswissenschaften ► Religion / Theologie ► Christentum
• ISBN-10: 1-63582-326-9 / 1635823269
• ISBN-13: 978-1-63582-326-4 / 9781635823264