Saturday, October 25, 2008

Dark Night

One dark night,
fired with love's urgent longings
- ah, the sheer grace! -
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.

In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
- ah, the sheer grace! -
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.

On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.

This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
- him I knew so well -
there in a place where no one appeared.

O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.

Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.

When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.

I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.

(St. John of the Cross)

Sometimes during our lifetime we might have to pass this darkness of night. It is a horrible night if we walk all alone. We know, however, that our God is the source of all goodness, that He doesn't create any evil, He even can draw something good from evil. Therefore, with and in Him this darkness, instead of merely showing our fragility and sinfulness, becomes a guiding night. Thus, that night now becomes bright, as bright as the day.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Sleeping Jesus

"Jésus dormait comme toujours dans ma petite nacelle. Ah ! je vois que bien rarement les âmes le laissent dormir tranquillement en elles. Ce bon Maître est si fatigué de faire continuellement des frais et des avances, qu'il s'empresse de profiter du repos que je lui offre."

(Jesus was sleeping as usual in my little boat. Ah! I see very well how rarely souls allow Him to sleep peacefully within them. Jesus is so fatigued with always having to take the initiative and to attend others that He hastens to take advantage of the repose I offer to Him.)

St. Therese of Lisieux, Story of a Soul, mans. A, VIII.

Therese said this when she was experiencing the very dry desert of her spiritual life. However, in this troubled moment of her life, her faith was so deep that she let Jesus sleep instead of rescuing her from that dry desert. Her faith surpassed that of Jesus' disciples when they experienced huge storm (see Mt 8:23-27). They had little faith and noisily woke Jesus up from his sleep, while Jesus was physically there in the boat with them. On the contrary, Therese believed that Jesus would not leave her and just let him sleep deep inside her soul. What a great faith from a little girl!