God has created me to do Him some definite service; He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission - I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next. I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for nothing. I shall do good. I shall do His work. I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, if I do but keep His commandments. Therefore, I will trust Him. Whatever, wherever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him. In perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him; if I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what he is about. He may take away my friends, throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me, still He knows what He is about.
-John Henry Newman
If you truly want to help the soul of your neighbor, you should approach God first with all your heart. Ask him simply to fill you with charity, the greatest of all virtues; with it you can accomplish what you desire.
Be in all things a God seeker. And at all times a God finder. Among all kinds of people and in all kinds of circumstances. And make it a life habit to copy Jesus Christ. To do what he did, and to avoid what he avoided. Always learn to love him as he loved us.
Whatever did not fit in with my plan did lie within the plan of God. I have an ever deeper and firmer belief that nothing is merely an accident when seen in the light of God, that my whole life down to the smallest details has been marked out for me in the plan of Divine Providence and has a completely coherent meaning in God's all seeing eyes. And so I am beginning to rejoice in the light of glory wherein this meaning will be unveiled to me.
-St Edith Stein
He who receives Communion is made holy and Divinized in soul and body in the same way that water, set over a fire, becomes boiling... Communion works like yeast that has been mixed into dough so that it leavens the whole mass; ...Just as by melting two candles together you get one piece of wax, so, I think, one who receives the Flesh and Blood of Jesus is fused together with Him by this Communion, and the soul finds that he is in Christ and Christ is in him.
- St. Cyril of Alexandria
To live contemplatively is to live in the love of Jesus, which purifies our love. Love is giving with no thought of getting. It is tenderness unfolding with strength to protect. It is forgiveness without further thought of the thing forgiven, repeated freely throughout a lifetime. It is understanding of human weakness, with knowledge of the true person shining through. Love is quiet in the midst of turmoil, with deep trust in God. Love is the one most beautiful, the light in the mother's eyes, the quiet assurance of the father's protection, the glory in sacrifice, the fragility and innocence of young children. Love gives hope to the hesitant groping of another, extends compassion without condescension, and service without need for appreciation. It liberates our souls allowing us to breath the purified air of faith and teaching us how to worship God when we experience the mysteries of suffering. Love is the expectation of the Lord's promise coming true. It is the refusal to see anything but good in our fellow human beings. It is the glory that comes with selflessness and the peace that comes with the reality of God's love for his children. It is the voice that says 'no' to our brother or sister, though 'yes' might be more easily said. Love is resistance to the world's lust and greed and the one thing no one can take from us. We can constantly give love away and become increasingly rich in the giving. Love is the one thing that is repaid by love alone. Love can take no offense for it cannot know that which it does not itself contain. It cannot hurt or be hurt for it is the purest reflection of God. It is the one eternal, indestructible force for good. It is the will of God preparing, planning, proposing, always what is best for all his universe.
I see his blood upon the rose and in the stars the glory of his eyes. His body gleams amid eternal snows, his tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower. The thunder and the singing of the birds are but his voice---and carven by his power rocks are his written words. All pathways by his feet are worn. His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea. His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn. His crown in every tree.