For me the “hidden life” is a kind of ideal; but outside the cloister or hermitage it’s a nearly impossible ideal. One who would truly live the hidden life is one who seeks opportunities of negating self; one who is accomplished in humility; one who counts himself for nothing. These are the three strikes that leave me “out” of the hidden life. Nonetheless, to what extent I’m able, I strive for bits and pieces of it in my own life. This striving is pervaded by an overall notion that a life hidden is one that is not held out for admiration, recognition, or praise. It means diverting such things to other more proper sources and crediting ourselves with nothing. At times, when we’re in the public eye, it means embracing the good of what we may offer not as our own but as emanating from a better source; letting our light shine but stifling the desire of originating it with ourselves.
I am not good at this. I am quite prone to talk about various things I do connected with growing spiritually or about new insights I learn about my relationship with You. Yet learning to silence my tongue and let You be magnifiedin ways You’d choose is part of the hidden life. In the hidden life I and everything about me diminishes and is overshadowed. That which might define or describe my material existence on this earth is assigned more to illusion and what transpires interiorly is assigned more to reality. To hide like a shy child behind the folds of Your robe; to peak out occasionally from behind them – this is the hidden life. To live hidden each day in Your Eucharistic Heart should be the central intention of anyone who would lose "self" by hiding self.