Heart like a Flame, Breaths like Smoke

VanNo matter what, I console myself with the thought that my heart is like the flame of the Lamp-God, and my difficult breaths are like the smoke of incense that rises in the sanctuary, for the pleasure of the good Jesus. And even if he should not respond and withhold consolations from me, I console myself like this, because in my life there are days of suffering.
Little Brother Marcel Văn CSsR (1928–1959)


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