Sunday, December 28, 2008
-St. Therese, Story of a Soul (84)
I am convinced that if people knew themselves we would have many, many saints in our midst. St. Therese admits that she is sorrowful- admits everything that she feels and thinks- and resigns herself to the will of God. It's not getting caught up in your feelings- but admitting them. Being a Christian is crazy- it's like you always know what the right answer is and never have any reason to complain.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Oh Beauty!
"One Sunday when I was looking at a picture of Our Lord on the Cross, I saw the Blood coming from one of His hands and felt terribly sad to think that It was falling to the earth and that no one was rushing foreward to catch It. I determinded to stay continually at the foot of the Cross and recieve It. I knew that I should then have to spread It among other souls. The cry of Jesus on the Cross- "I am thirsty"- rang continually in my heart and sent me burning with a new, intense longing. I wanted to quench the thirst of my Well-Beloved and I myself was consumed with a thirst for souls. I was concerned not with the souls of priests but with those of great sinners which I wanted to snatch from the flames of hell."
-St. Therese, Story of a Soul (63)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Small Delights
"Marie took me on her knees on the evening before these days and prepared me just as she had done for my first communion. I recall how she once spoke to me about suffering. She said she thought God would always carry me like a baby rather than make me tread the path of suffering. After Holy Communion next day I remembered this and was seized with passionate longing to suffer. I felt absolutely certain that Jesus had many, many crosses in store for me. My soul was flooded with such consolation that I regard it as one of the greatest graces of my life. I was drawn to suffering. It had a charm which delighted me, though I didn't really understand much about this charm, for until then I had suffered without loving suffering. But from that day I felt a deep, true love for it."
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Home to stay!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
John the Baptist
Monday, December 8, 2008
Immaculate Conception
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Praise Jesus!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tired
Fairness Explored
"I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of grace. I was astonished to see how he showered extraordinary favors on saints who had sinned against him, saints such as St. Paul and St. Augustine. He forced them, as it were, to accept his graces. I was just as astonished when I read the lives of the saints to see that our Lord cherished certain favored souls from the cradle to the grave and never allowed any kind of obstacle to check their flight toward him. He bestowed such favors on them that they were unable to tarnish the spotless splendor of their baptismal robe. I also wondered why such vast numbers of poor savages died before they had even heard the name of God."Jesus saw it fit to enlighten me about this mystery. He set the book of nature before me and I saw that all the flowers he has created are lovely. The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent or the daisy of its simple charm. I realized that if every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness and there would be no wildflowers to make the meadows gay."It is just the same in the world of souls- which is the garden of Jesus. He has created the great saints who are like the lilies and the roses, but he has also created much lesser saints and they must be content to be the daisies or the violets which rejoice his eyes whenever he glances down. Perfection consists in doing his will, in being that which he wants us to be."I also understood that God's love shows itself just as well in the simplest soul which puts up no resistance to his grace as it does in the loftiest soul. Indeed, as it is love's nature to humble itself, if all souls were like those of the holy doctors who have illuminated the Church with the light of their doctrine, it seems that God would not have stooped low enough by entering their hearts. But God has created the baby who knows nothing and can utter only feeble cries. He has created the poor savage with no guide, but natural law, and it is to their hearts that he deigns to stoop. They are his wild flowers who's homeliness delights him. By stooping down to them, he manifests his infinite grandeur. The sun shines equally both on cedars and on every tiny flower. In just the same way God looks after every soul as if it had no equal. All is planned for the good of every soul, exactly as the seasons are so arranged that the humblest daisy blossoms at the appointed time."