Pondering Tidbits of Truth - February 26, 2015
Pondering Tidbits of Truth is my simple and inadequate way of providing nuggets of spiritual wisdom for you to chew on from time to time.
St. Teresa of Avila
“Oh, what a hard thing I am
asking of you, my true God: that you should love one who does not love you; that you should open the door to one who does
not knock; that you should give health to one who prefers to be sick and chooses
rather to walk in her infirmity! You say, my Lord, that you .have come to seek
out sinners. These, my Lord are the true sinners. Do not look on our blindness,
oh my God, but at the streams of blood that your Son shed for us. May your
mercy shine on such grave wickedness; remember, Lord, that we were made by your
hands.”
(From Exclamations
of the Soul to God)
Venerable Fulton
J. Sheen
“No worldly mind would ever have
suspected that He Who could make the sun warm the earth would one day have need
of an ox and an ass to warm Him with their breath; that He Who, in the language
of Scriptures, could stop the turning about of the Arcturus, would be subject
to an imperial edict of a census; that He Who clothed the fields with grass
would Himself be naked; that He from Whose finger tips tumbled planets and
worlds would one day have tiny hands that were not long enough to touch the
huge heads of the cattle; that feet which trod the everlasting hills would one
day be too weak to walk; that the Eternal Word would be dumb; that Omnipotence
would be wrapped in swaddling clothes; that Salvation would lie in a manger;
that the mirth of Heaven would weep; that the bird that built the nest would be
hatched therein - no one would ever have suspected that God coming to this
earth would ever be so helpless. But that is just precisely why they are apt to miss. Him - Divinity is always where we least expect to
find it.”
(From The Life
of Christ)
Blessed Dina Belanger
"If souls understood what a treasure they
possessed in the divine Eucharist, it would be necessary to protect tabernacles
with impregnable walls; for, in the delirium of a holy and devouring hunger,
they would go themselves to be nourished by the Manna of the Seraphim.
Churches, at night as during the day, would overflow with adorers consumed by
love for the noble prisoner.”
(From Autobiography
of Blessed Dina Belanger)