Just for Today, August 23

Oo most happy mansion of the city above! O most bright day of eternity, which knows no night, but is always enlightened by the Sovereign Truth! a day always joyful, always secure, and never changing its state for the contrary! O that this day would shine upon us, and all those temporal things come to an end!
-Bk. III, ch. xlviii.
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Although big feasts did not often occur, there was one, very dear to me, that each week brought round--Sun­day. It was the day of rest, God's own feast day. The happy day was over all too soon, and so was tinged with melancholy. Until Compline my happiness was com­plete, but as soon as the evening office had been said, my heart grew sad. I thought of the morrow, when ordinary life would begin again, with work to be done and lessons to be learnt. This world seemed a land of exile and I longed for eternal rest, for the Sunday which would have no sunset in our own true homeland.
-The Story of a Soul (L'Histoire d'une Âme).
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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.