Part 28 (1/2)

August 15, 1892.

MY DEAR LITTLE SISTER,--To write to you to-day I am obliged to steal a little time from Our Lord. He will forgive, because it is of Him that we are going to speak together. The vast solitudes and enchanting views which unfold themselves before you ought to uplift your soul. I do not see those things, and I content myself by saying with St. John of the Cross in his Spiritual Canticle:

In Christ I have the mountains, The quiet, wooded valleys.

Lately I have been thinking what I could undertake for the salvation of souls, and these simple words of the Gospel have given me light. Pointing to the fields of ripe corn, Jesus once said to His disciples: ”Lift up your eyes and see the fields, for they are already white with the harvest”;[19] and again: ”The harvest indeed is great, but the labourers are few; pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest that He send forth labourers.”[20]

Here is a mystery indeed! Is not Jesus all-powerful? Do not creatures belong to Him who hade them? Why does He deign to say: ”Pray ye the Lord of the harvest that He send forth labourers”? It is because His Love for us is so unsearchable, so tender, that He wishes us to share in all He does. The Creator of the Universe awaits the prayer of a poor little soul to save a mult.i.tude of other souls, ransomed, like her, at the price of His Blood.

Our vocation is not to go forth and reap in Our Father's fields.

Jesus does not say to us: ”Look down and reap the harvest.” Our mission is even more sublime. ”Lift up your eyes and see,” saith our Divine Master, ”see how in Heaven there are empty thrones. It is for you to fill them... . You are as Moses praying on the mountain, so ask Me for labourers and they shall be sent. I only await a prayer, a sigh! Is not the apostolate of prayer--so to speak--higher than that of the spoken word? It is for us by prayer to train workers who will spread the glad tidings of the Gospel and who will save countless souls--the souls to whom we shall be the spiritual Mothers. What, then, have we to envy in the Priests of the Lord?

XIII

MY DARLING SISTER,--The affection of our childhood days has changed into a closest union of mind and heart. Jesus has drawn us to Him together, for are you not already His? He has put the world beneath our feet. Like Zaccheus we have climbed into a tree to behold Him--mysterious tree, raising us high above all things, from whence we can say: ”All is mine, all is for me: the Earth and the Heavens are mine, G.o.d Himself is mine, and the Mother of my G.o.d is for me.”[21]

Speaking of that Blessed Mother, I must tell you of one of my simple ways. Sometimes I find myself saying to her: ”Dearest Mother, it seems to me that I am happier than you. I have you for my Mother, and you have no Blessed Virgin to love... . It is true, you are the Mother of Jesus, but you have given Him to me; and He, from the Cross, has given you to be our Mother--thus we are richer than you! Long ago, in your humility, you wished to become the little handmaid of the Mother of G.o.d; and I--poor little creature--am not your handmaid but your child! You are the Mother of Jesus, and you are also _mine!”_

Our greatness in Jesus is verily marvellous, my Celine. He has unveiled for us many a mystery by making us climb the mystical tree of which I spoke above. And now what science is He going to teach? Have we not learned all things from Him?

”Make haste to come down, for this day I must abide in thy house.”[22] Jesus bids us come down. Where, then, must we go? The Jews asked Him: ”Master, where dwellest thou?”[23] And He answered, ”The foxes have holes and the birds of the air nests, but the Son of Man hath not where to lay His Head.”[24] If we are to be the dwelling-place of Jesus, we must come down even to this--we must be so poor that we have not where to lay our heads.

This grace of light has been given to me during my retreat. Our Lord desires that we should receive Him into our hearts, and no doubt they are empty of creatures. Alas! mine is not empty of self; that is why He bids me come down. And I shall come down even to the very ground, that Jesus may find within my heart a resting-place for His Divine Head, and may feel that there at least He is loved and understood.

XIV

April 25, 1893.

MY LITTLE CeLINE,--I must come and disclose the desires of Jesus with regard to your soul. Remember that He did not say: ”I am the flower of the gardens, a carefully-tended Rose”; but, ”I am the Flower of the fields and the Lily of the valleys.”[25] Well, you must be always as a drop of dew hidden in the heart of this beautiful Lily of the valley.

The dew-drop--what could be simpler, what more pure? It is not the child of the clouds; it is born beneath the starry sky, and survives but a night. When the sun darts forth its ardent rays, the delicate pearls adorning each blade of gra.s.s quickly pa.s.s into the lightest of vapour... . There is the portrait of my little Celine! She is a drop of dew, an offspring of Heaven--her true Home. Through the night of this life she must hide herself in the _Field-flower's_ golden cup; no eye must discover her abode.

Happy dewdrop, known to G.o.d alone, think not of the rus.h.i.+ng torrents of this world! Envy not even the crystal stream which winds among the meadows. The ripple of its waters is sweet indeed, but it can be heard by creatures. Besides, the Field-flower could never contain it in its cup. One must be so little to draw near to Jesus, and few are the souls that aspire to be little and unknown.

”Are not the river and the brook,” they urge, ”of more use than a dewdrop? Of what avail is it? Its only purpose is to refresh for one moment some poor little field-flower.”

Ah! They little know the true _Flower of the field._ Did they know Him they would understand better Our Lord's reproach to Martha.

Our Beloved needs neither our brilliant deeds nor our beautiful thoughts. Were He in search of lofty ideas, has He not His Angels, whose knowledge infinitely surpa.s.ses that of the greatest genius of earth? Neither intellect nor other talents has He come to seek among us... . He has become the _Flower of the field_ to show how much He loves simplicity.

_The Lily of the valley_ asks but a single dewdrop, which for one night shall rest in its cup, hidden from all human eyes. But when the shadows shall begin to fade, when the _Flower of the field_ shall have become the _Sun of Justice,_[26] then the dewdrop--the humble sharer of His exile--will rise up to Him as love's vapour.

He will shed on her a ray of His light, and before the whole court of Heaven she will s.h.i.+ne eternally like a precious pearl, a dazzling mirror of the Divine Sun.

XV

August 2, 1893.

MY DEAR CeLINE,--What you write fills me with joy; you are making your way by a royal road. The Spouse in the Canticles, unable to find her Beloved in the time of repose, went forth to seek Him in the city. But in vain ... it was only without the walls she found Him. It is not in the sweetness of repose that Jesus would have us discover His Adorable Presence. He hides Himself and shrouds Himself in darkness. True, this was not His way with the mult.i.tude, for we read that all the people were carried away as soon as He spoke to them.