I read, first of all, that not everyone can be an apostle, prophet, or teacher, and that the Church is made up of many members, so that the eye cannot also be the hand.
God, may we recognize you in the multitude of our community's gifts.
I kept on reading attentively, and found some helpful words.
God, grant us a spirit of curiosity as we seek to follow you.
'Strive for the better gifts. But now I shall show you a still more excellent way.'
God, may we be open to what you have to tell us.
God tells us that even those better gifts are worthless without love, and that love is a superior way which leads safely to God. I had found rest at last!
God, may we rest in the peace of understanding that love is the most excellent way.
When I considered the mystical body of the Church, I understood that it has a heart and this heart is afire with love.
God, this week, may you kindle that fire in us with the breath of your Holy Spirit.
Amen, and amen.
*Adapted from the Autobiography of St. Thérèse of Jesus.
