Behold, our King marches before us, who will fight for us. Let us follow Him like men of courage, and not shrink through fear; let us be ready valiantly to die in battle, and not suffer our glory to be tarnished by flying from the standard of the Cross.
-Bk. III,. ch. lvi.
For Thee I have a longing desire, and therefore must sigh after Thee, and cry, and pray.
-Bk. III, ch. lix.
There is a passage in the Canticle of Canticles [in the French] where the bride is compared to singing choirs in an army encamped, which might well be applied to you. Through suffering your life has become a field of battle; for it to be also as singing choirs, you must be a harp for Jesus to play on. But there is something lacking in a concert if no one sings; if Our Lord plays, then Celine must sing. To a sad melody she will sing songs of exile; to a joyful one songs of Heaven...Everything of this world, its sad and joyful happenings, will be like distant sounds powerless to make the harp-strings vibrate. Only the touch of Our Lord's hands can do that.
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Adapted from Just For Today(©1943 Burns & Oates)
Nihil Obstat: Reginaldus Phillips, S.T.L.,Censor deputatus
Imprimatur: Edwardus Myers, Vic. Cap.