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

I End at the Foot of the Cross

Mural at the Chapel of Father Ray at the Redemptorist Center in Pattaya, Thailand

Now is not the time to write, rather to weep. Jesus is dead to give us life. All creatures are mourning. The sun is darkened. The earth quakes. The rocks are rent. The veil of the temple is torn. Only my heart remains harder than flint. I will say no more. Join the poor mother of the dead Jesus as her companion. Ask the dear Magdalene and John where their hearts are. Let the sea of their pains flood within you. I end at the foot of the Cross.
Saint Paul of the Cross

Preparation for Greater Graces

From what you tell me of your soul, I, with the little or no light that God gives me, tell you that the abandonment and desolation, and the rest you mention [in your letter to me], are precisely preparing you for greater graces that will help you in the ministry for which his Divine Majesty has destined you either now or at some other time. Of this I have no doubt.
Saint Paul of the Cross

Hidden Under the Ashes

Be thankful to God. You are not abandoned. God holds you like an infant against his breast. It may seem the fire of first fervour is gone, but God has hidden it under the ashes so that you may ground yourself in true humility and know your nothingness. A time will come when the Holy Spirit will blow upon the ashes, and a fire more lively and bright that before will be lit because you have been faithful to God.
Saint Paul of the Cross