The need of a infant

At mass yesterday a baby was crying; I was wondering what can I learn from this.  Trying to regain focus I visualized myself back in time at the cross screaming "crucify him" with the crowd.   First I seen myself from the shoulder of Christ; I heard myself so clearly and felt disgust.  Then I heard and seen myself from the senses of Christ, we the crowd was crying and screaming from being soiled and hungry.  Infants was the crowd, the infants was the children of God.

tapping toes

 So much to post, so much more to translate.  So many notes to reflect on, so much glass to clean.   I am overwhelmed on a daily basis and this is ok, I will keep pushing, pulling for an opening for grace.  Thinking is a better friend with action and honesty, thinking alone will become a bubble of knowing and will eventually become lost.  Mass is the perfect prayer; we contemplate with action and ideas; we are fed with traditions instituted by Christ.  I served at Mass today; I stared at the Divine Mercy poster on the back wall, the tabernacle in a reflection and the Eurcharist during consecration.  Force is not needed as much, just let go and let God take over.  Took so much force to get here but I control my feet with my mind when my heart is not in tune.  Music is everywhere, mass is music.  We will not dance everyday but we should try to listen, hear and sense the rhythm.