When, Oh When?

When shall we imitate more perfectly that dear Saviour who emptied himself? When shall we becomes so humble as to be “a reproach among men and an outcast among the people” [cf. Lk 1:25]? When shall we become like little babies clinging to the breast of Jesus, our Spouse, Father, and Protector? … When, oh when? Please ask the Lord to grant us this grace.
Saint Paul of the Cross

As Long as Faith Gives Me Strength

Pier-skiAs long as faith gives me strength I will always be joyful; every Catholic cannot but be joyful: sadness ought to be banished from Catholic souls. Now, sorrow is not sadness, Sadness is a worse illness than others. This illness nearly always is caused by atheism [be it theoretical and of conviction or practical and by living]. But the purpose for which we have been created shows us the path; even if strewn with many thorns, it is not a sad path. It is joyful even in the face of sorrow.
Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati (19011925)

Picturing Mary, Absorbed in Contemplation of the Word Within

The Visitation sketched by Charles de Foucauld

The Visitation sketched by Charles de Foucauld

When I picture you, Mary, going, as in the Gospel, to a hill country of Judah, to perform an act of charity for your cousin Elizabeth—I see you as beautiful, serene, majestic, absorbed in contemplation of the Word of God within you.
Saint Elizabeth of the Trinity

If It Weren’t for the Certainty

Pier-GiorgioIt is wonderful to be alive inasmuch as our true life is the life beyond; otherwise who could bear the burden of this life, if there were not a prize for suffering, an eternal joy; how could one explain the admirable resignation of so many por creatures who struggle with life and often die in the breach if it weren’t for the certainty of God’s Justice.
Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati (19011925)