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)

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)

To Do Them All for Love

ThérèseO my Beloved, how shall I show my love, since love proves itself by deeds? I have no other means of proving my love than to strew flowers, and these flowers will be each word and look, each little daily sacrifice. I wish to make profit out of the smallest actions and to do them all for Love. For Love’s sake I wish to suffer and to rejoice: so shall I strew my flowers… Should my roses be gathered from amid thorns, I will nevertheless sing; and the longer and sharper the thorns, the sweeter will grow my song.
Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face

Gifts in This World

At Our Lady of Perpetual Help Minor Seminary in Sriracha, Thailand

All kinds of sorrow, insults, and persecutions, even to death on the Cross: this is what You gave the One whom You loved above all others. As long as we are in this world, these are Your gifts. You proportion them according to Your love for us. You give more to those You love more, less to those You love less. You also give according to the courage You find in each of us and according to our love for You, for if we love You much, we shall be able to suffer much for You, but if we love You only a little, we will suffer little.
Saint Teresa of Jesus