BEYOND THE EYE
Peacefulness, the sort of peace that pertains to the eye of the storm, is fictitious because, beyond the apparent quietness, the storm rages on. Life is like that: as long as we direct its course, all appears normal. But as the storms of life penetrate our quietness, awakened from our slumber, we cry out: “ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? ” (Psalm 22,1; Matthew 27.46; Mark 15,34). This cry accompanies us in our adventurous decision to follow the Magister who points out that, “ a disciple is not above his teacher ” (Matthew 10,24). Forgetful, we create our own paths or pretend to do so and yet, he reminds us: “ I am the way and the truth and the life ” (John 14,6). Encountering the raging waves, beyond the eye of the storm, the illusions of fidelity are swept away when we realise that our love is self-centred. We associate sin with what we do and not with what we become: hardened, calloused hearts; hardly able to hear, our eyes are sealed (Matthew 1...