One mystery

How will I see the face of the one humbled, scorned, despised, whipped, pierced, hung, slain, killed, abandoned...for me, it all of his perfect and reigning adored majesty without absolutely no barrier or veil between...and not be destroyed in my flesh for the evil I have done? In that instant I trust I will finally understand with full clarity the meaning of my sin against this one. The horror and violence and terror and sorrow of my constant and nearly relentless rebellion against my sweet savior each day of the life he gave me. I will finally know the evil of sin--of my own sin--and I should die. And yet, the promise is a mystery: in his presence, tears evaporate. Sorrows flee away. Sadness and mourning melts. How, I cry? When I see how I have crushed you, how will not tears fill my eyes and sorrow overwhelm my heart?

I trust in that second I will be made into his image, that next degree of glory accomplished. This ignorant and twisted heart will be straightened out and I will be like the one I see in his radiant holiness. What a mystery, that forgiveness and reconciliation will be complete the moment I most fully understand my need of them.

In this mystery I rejoice. There, my soul will be satisfied. Soon, and very soon.

Amen.