That one weakness and shortcoming that keeps us from full surrender to God.
I know mine.
It’s the anger that rises when I hear ministers of other denominations attack the Catholic Church.
They claim knowledge.
They claim degrees.
They claim biblical authority.
They speak with confidence—sometimes even cruelty.
And I feel the sting.
Because the Church they condemn is the one I love.
The one I serve.
The one founded in the apostles by Jesus himself.
I read the same Scriptures.
I study the same Fathers.
But I don’t see what they claim.
I see mercy.
I see sacrifice.
I see Christ.
And still—I get angry.
Especially when Catholics echo the same hateful rhetoric.
But here’s the deeper truth:
Anger, even righteous anger, can sweep the house clean—
But it doesn’t fill it.
Jesus warns us in Luke’s Gospel:
“When the house is emptied of evil but left unoccupied,
it becomes a target for even greater darkness.”
Purity must be followed by presence.
Clean-up must be followed by communion.
Joel’s prophecy echoes this urgency.
The temple is clean, but the offerings are gone.
The ministers are called to weep, to fast, to gather the people.
Not to retaliate—
But to return to God.
We know how to clean.
We know how to purge, to simplify, to declutter.
But do we know how to fill?
What fills my house after the anger fades?
What fills my soul?
Is it prayer—found in music that heals,
songs of praise that soften the heart?
Is it prayer that roots and surrenders the ego?
Is it mission and mercy—
found in acts of love that go beyond defense?
I know my weakness; but, Jesus is the Stronger Man.
He doesn’t just protect the house—He inhabits it.
He doesn’t just cast out demons—He fills the emptiness with Himself.
So today, I choose to fill my house.
Not with anger—
But with grace.
Not with silence—
But with song.
Not with fear—
But with mission.
Because the house is ready.
And God is waiting to move in.
Prayer: “Fill This House”
Lord Jesus,
You are the Stronger One—
the guardian of my soul,
the healer of my wounds,
the guest who longs to dwell within.
Sweep clean what does not belong.
Cast out the anger, the pride, the fear.
But do not leave me empty.
Fill this house with Your mercy.
Fill this heart with Your music.
Fill this life with Your mission.
Let my silence become song.
Let my weakness become welcome.
Let my soul become a home—
for You, and You alone.
Amen.
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