“There are three things which cast my small understanding into an abyss of astonishment. The first is that the times and moments of our lives, being given to us to trade for the blessedness of a sweet eternity - this is the least of our thoughts. Further, without reflection about the brevity of our days, we do not realize that upon leaving this life we will be required to give an account for our smallest vanities. What will the soul who has spent its life among creatures do at that meeting? O dreadful misfortune!
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The second thing which astounds me is that we live, breathe, are moved, and act within and in God, and meanwhile we are not at all focused on His presence and we live the majority of the time as if there were no God, without respect, without love, and without fear of His Majesty which is present.
The third is that having Jesus Christ really and truly present in the Most Holy Sacrament and, where He is, all three divine Persons, we are so little moved by the mystery of His divine love, which He communicates to us in all its immensity, and this, without reserve. Is it not loving us truly [for Him] to desire to be converted into food for the sake of incorporating us into Himself? So that we may become completely one with Him in the most ineffable and comprehensible manner? We search for relics, we want to see saints…Let us go to the Most Holy Sacrament, let us consume this adorable Host. We have not just next relics, but the source of all sanctity, who sanctifies us. We have eternal goodness itself instead of the saints, and we converse with Jesus Christ! Oh! Awesome mystery! Who can comprehend or understand this holy mystery without being seized with amazement
Here are the three methods by which I am overcome, seeing the terrible blindness of Christians. Acknowledge with me, through your own experience, that the cause of so many evils come from the very poor use we make of our senses, a miserable use which deprives us of an infinite grace. Do we not have reason to weep over our blindness? Let a soul pierced with these truths suffer from sorrow to see her divine Master so little known and almost not loved at all.”
(From The Breviary of Fire – Letters by Mother Mectilde of the Blessed Sacrament)
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