The Empty
Vestibule
The Empty Vestibule
PART II
DIVINE REPROACHES
"My child, my little one ... you ask, "Who
are the blind, and who are the seeing."
The blind walk as the blind.
It is the
seeing who walk as those blind who are so much in need – no, do not be
hasty, my child – not of your judgment, for judgment is mine alone, I see in
truth for I behold the heart; you see much in error, for you grasp
appearances only, and are so easily deceived – no, little one, do not judge,
pray!"
I will do as you ask, Lord ... but who are
they of whom you speak; those whom you say see,
yet walk as blind men?
"Will you stay with me one hour?"
You know all things, Lord. You know
that I love you. You know I will stay.
"There is much blindness in the world, and
not all are equally blind. Many, so many, have learned blindness, some
have become blind because they are weary, some have lost faith. Those who have
learned have been taught, and those who teach have taught through
example. It is they who have taught the seeing to walk as the blind, and
they are two: parents and, so very grievously ... my priests.
By their example have many been led
astray; they are become blind even as they believe themselves to see. For all
their words, and their Profession of Faith, it is by their behavior that they
teach, it is from their behavior that blindness is learned. They are become a
contradiction and do not realize how clearly this is observed, for in enacting
this contradiction, they teach blindness to it. It is the blindness that denies
on the one hand what it affirms on the other.
Their faith affirms my Real Presence, and
so they teach with their tongue; but their actions deny what they affirm;
professing the real, they are indifferent to it, or perfunctory before it. It is
encroaching blindness; the darkness is not complete, but they are indifferent to
the diminishing light. It is the twilight of
disbelief."
My head is not very good at this, Lord. Be
plainer with me still. But first, my God, may I tell you what troubles me most ...
hurts me the most?
Is not My ear ever inclined unto you?
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THE SERVANT'S SONG OF SORROW
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