In response to many questions, I defined the concept of “meditation”. Basically, it just involves picturing or thinking about various concepts. It can be done anywhere and at any time, even while you’re in the car or taking a walk.
Here are the 3 meditations discussed on tonight’s show. (NOTE: These are not contained in Saint Ignatius’ Spiritual Exercises):
Point 1 – The mystery of life and the mystery of death.
Point 2 – Death is the great separation.
Point 3 – Death for the Christian is the passage to life.
Here is the passage from Saint Claude de la Colombiere that I read on the show. It sums up one of the goals of this retreat -To better trust in God’s will for our lives, even when it involves difficulties:
Let us imagine our confusion when we appear before God and understand the reasons why He sent us the crosses we accept so unwillingly. The death of a child will then be seen as its rescue from some great evil had it lived, separation from the woman you love the means of saving you from an unhappy marriage, a severe illness the reason for many years of life afterwards, loss of money the means of saving your soul from eternal loss. So what are we worried about? God is looking after us and yet we are full of anxiety! We trust ourselves to a doctor because we suppose he knows his business. He orders an operation which involves cutting away part of our body and we accept it. We are grateful to him and pay him a large fee because we judge he would not act as he does unless the remedy were necessary, and we must rely on his skill. Yet we are unwilling to treat God in the same way! It looks as if we do not trust His wisdom and are afraid He cannot do His job properly. We allow ourselves to be operated on by a man who may easily make a mistake — a mistake which may cost us our life — and protest when God sets to work on us.
If we could see all He sees we would unhesitatingly wish all He wishes. We would beg Him on bended knees for those afflictions we now ask Him to spare us. To all of us He addresses the words spoken to the Sons of Zebeedee: You know not what you ask — O blind of heart, your ignorance saddens me. Let me manage your affairs and look after your interests. I know what you need better than you do yourselves. If I paid heed to what you think you need you would have been hopelessly ruined long ago.