Dark Day of the Soul

This image hadn’t meant muchBut after yesterday I understand The Sun, the cynosure of my day sky,Can disappear—not o’er horizon,Nor cloud, nor any cause that’s close at hand;But because of reasons all celestial And a timing that I never could have planned.Without the shadows lengthened,Warmth is drained, the colours bland;After a momentary chaos, all birds …

God Does the Work and We Contemplate Him in this World (Quotes Vol. 32)

In this fourth week of Lent, quotes posted to social media (Facebook, Instagram, X) focused in one what contemplation is, how God is working in us to bring it about, and where we can find it. The elevator which must raise me to the heavens is Your arms, O Jesus! For that I do not …

Charity Compels

The Apostle Saint Paul says, “The charity of Christ needs [compels] us” [2 Cor 5:14], and without this fire, which little by little must destroy our personality so that our heart beats only for the sorrows of others, we would not be Christians… Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati (1901–1925)

The Harvest of the Corn

All the consolations which God ever gave should be gladly given up [if it comes to it], if it be to His glory. This is the harvest of the corn… on which we shall live eternally, and which make us rich in God. Thus the virtues are made perfect, and sorrow is turned to eternal …

Hidden Under the Ashes

Be thankful to God. You are not abandoned. God holds you like an infant against his breast. It may seem the fire of first fervour is gone, but God has hidden it under the ashes so that you may ground yourself in true humility and know your nothingness. A time will come when the Holy …

Mercy Unknown

I wish everyone could understand the great grace that God, in his mercy, sends when he sends suffering, especially suffering devoid of consolation. Then, indeed, we’re purified like gold in the furnace. Without knowing, we become radiant and set free to fly to our Good, to a blessed transformation. We carry the cross with Jesus …

Dead – What Does This Word Mean?

After not hearing from Pier Giorgio Frassati for some time, a friend jokingly sent him a letter asking, “Are you dead?” The blessed replied in his own letter with a kind of seriousness that I feel a lot of sympathy for. Sometimes, as I’m torn and pushed this way and that, navigating through this world, I …