No more messengers
The traces of creation, vocal prayer, and even group reflections can make The One for whom our soul is searching present to us; but it makes Him present in a way that is dim and diffused. The living, bountiful source is far away.
The soul can satisfy its thirst in the waters of the torrent, but the spring for these waters lies there above, in the glacier of eternal snows. The waters of the torrent will not to be able to satisfy the deepest longings of human loneliness.
The soul, once it drinks a glass of these waters, finds that its thirst is not satiated, and then it longs for the fountain itself, for the glacier, for God himself, and not for his traces or images.
Do not send me any more messengers from now on who do not know how to tell me what I want to hear.
The soul is not content with the traces of creation, nor does it want intermediaries.
It searches for something else.
It is not content with the refreshing waters that come splashing down through the streams.
It seeks the spring itself.
It aspires to the very possession of the Presence. It desires that indescribable personal relationship of I-Thou, that recognizable communication of presence to presence, the immediate and personal experience of God.
Extracted from the book “Journey Towards God” by Fr. Ignacio Larrañaga