So long as I live in the milieu for which I am created, so long as I immerse myself in the depths of the religious spirit, I have nothing to fear. I have all the means to help me move at ease.
Should the pure water of my religious life, by flowing too closely along the shores of the world, mingle with its alluvial soil and absorb some of its corrupt elements, there can be grave danger.
At first, remaining too much at the surface, I will not be able to perceive immediately these poisoned deposits in the cross currents containing brackish residues. I will be on my guard for the first signs of adulteration or impurities.
How else can the great number of desertions be explained? The soul descends from the eternal heights as does the Jordan, spreading itself out into a poisonous sea, and like it, is carried away by the rapids. The religious did not sufficiently watch over the purity of her beginnings.
I will be attentive never to mingle Christ's principles with those of Lucifer; the pure with slime.
"St. John the Baptist, you, who died to keep intact your moral holiness, grant that through your example I may have a horror of all admixture; of every compromise."_________________
Adapted from Meditations for Religious
by Father Raoul Plus, S.J. (© 1939, Frederick Pustet Co.)