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Lovers of the Divine Outcast must not shrink from the things that wound, but rather, like the Victim of Calvary, embrace them. It is true that the embracing of the Nails more than half turns them to roses. For like earthly physicians, the divine Physician has His anesthetics, and whilst the Religious is, as St. Paul puts it, being conformed to the likeness of Christ, whilst the loved one is being transmuted into the image of the Divine Lover, whilst the Love's Scourge and Thorn and Nail and Lance effect the Divine Conformity, the patient sleeps on in the Arms of Jesus. And the conformity fully effected―Calvary over―she wakes up on the eternal Thabor. After this, it is peace and joy, rest and ecstasy for ever. Forge on, then, O Chosen One, Lover of the Divine Outcast, right on to the burning pinnacles of Sanctity; Nothing else is worthy of the God whose Bride you are. He is Infinite Sanctity and the Bride shares in the Bridegroom's Life. He is very sweet, too, and His service is very easy, making earth an echo of Paradise. Indeed, for the Saints, the earthly one and the Heavenly one differ only in accidents, there is no essential difference; Death means simply "CROSSING THE BAR" ―walking from the veiled vision of here, to the unveiled vision of hereafter. And yet, in spite of this, how many of us Religious make a muddle of life! We begin well but, before the icy breath of the years, we freeze up. Only here and there is a soul REALLY IN LOVE WITH OUR LORD―ALL HIS OWN.
Be yours one of these! (Turn Page ☛☛)
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