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Don't just "knock" - pound on that door!

Read this in Magnificat yesterday. It struck a chord. The emphases are mine:

Ask, seek, knock

These are the three degrees and, as it were, the three please that must be made with perseverance, blow upon blow. But what must we ask of God in order to emerge from this worse-than-bestial condition in which sin has placed us...

Knock. Persevere in knocking, even to the point of rudeness, if that were possible. There is a way of forcing God and wresting his graces from him, and that way is to ask continually with a firm faith...Even though God seems either not to hear us or even to reject us, we must continually knock, expecting all things from God but nevertheless also actin ourselves...We must never forget that it is always God who provides....

My neediness prays. My necessity prays. As long as this disposition lasts, we pray without praying. As long as we take care to avoid what would imperil us, we pray wihtout praying, and God understands this language. O Lord, before whom I am, before whom all my misery appears, have pity on it, and all the times that it appears to you, O God most good, let it beg your mercies for me. This is one of the ways of praying always, and, of them, perhaps the most effective. - Jacques Benigne Bossuet (d. 1704), French bishop and theologian

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