The Trinitarian mystery is an exchange of unconditional love. Humans are made in the image and likeness of God, and are designed to share and participate in that love. We, however, have grasped too ambitiously at divinity. We were wounded in the garden when we hoarded divinity. This wound has not dissapeared. It still sits at the core of our being, empty and stinging, until we treat it with Christ's saving love.
As a man who has been wounded I think that one of the most indentifying characteristics of our falleness is our utter weakness and vulnerability. Self preservation turns into ensalvement. Righteousness leads to comnendation. The strong are brought down; the rich are impoverished. What have we then?
We have our weekness. We have vulnerability and we have our utter and complete dependence on God. To realize this is to realize the wounded, but redeamed, condition of man.
The other day I woke up paralyzed with anxiety, frusteration, and shame. Why do I lust in the morning? Why am I so weak? There is no way I can get through the day.
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Then I got up, went to the chapel and prayed. "Lord, I'm somewhat miserable, and I can't do this alone". In an instant I felt empowered by something totally from without. Of course, as humans, we have incredible potential for endurance and self-discipline; the adrenaline induced survival instinct but that is limited; an unrenewable resource. This feeling however, was not from within. Something "else". Something "other". Something "foreign". It was an energy. Little by little I went through the day. I made it...on foreign energy.
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