There are times in life when a man’s whole bulwark of virtues seems to crumble, as if all the powers of the will sustaining it had given out. When this happens you will find yoruself confronted with the supreme test of love, for you will have gone so far as your possibilities will have allowed you to go, and in your soul, now stripped naked before God, there will be no alternative to opening up your weakness to lvoe of another’s making – love of the making of the heart of Jesus – and becoming but his instrument, abandoned to him at last in faith.
René Voillaume (1905–2003)
Contemplative in the Mud 