The thought of Judgment Day for many of us makes us nervous, even fearful. This past weekend I had the opportunity to be at Manresa, my yearly respite, my silent retreat. Located in Convent, Louisiana along the Mississippi River, the quarters used to be Jefferson College. Now they are home to Manresa Retreat House, a silent retreat from Thursday evening to Sunday noon led by the Jesuits, a Catholic order of brothers. The 150 year old trees with the moss swaying in the wind are one of my favorite memories of the weekend.
Now, back to Judgment Day. I have become an avid journaler, usually just about every day now, during quiet times in the morning. This past weekend I reviewed my journal entries of 18months truly feeling Jesus’ presence at my side. Some entries I winced in memory. Others brought tears. The journaling consists of the day’s highlights and also my prayers and conversations with God. As Jesus and I reviewed these pages, I became passionate about how I would live 2011 for Him.
On the plane back to Austin, I laughed. I realized that Jesus had given me some extra tutoring. Seems like he knows I wouldn’t have done well cramming for Judgment Day if I didn’t review my work more frequently.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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