God's gift of his love to us is the crowning point of our self-transcendence.

St. Augustine wrote: "Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless till they rest in thee." But that resting in God is something, not that we achieve, but that we receive, accept, ratify. It comes quietly, secretly, unobtrusively. We know about it when we notice its fruits in our lives. It is the profoundest fulfillment of the human spirit. Because it is fulfillment, it gives us peace, the peace that the world cannot give. Because it is fulfillment, it gives us joy, a joy that can endure despite the sorrows of failure, humiliation, privation, pain, betrayal, desertion. Because it is fulfillment, its absence is revealed, now in the trivialization of human life in debauchery, now in the fanaticism with which limited goals are pursued violently and recklessly, now in the despair that condemns man and his world as absurd.

From Bernard Lonergan, SJ "The future of Christianity"

Carlos J. Medina