Sunday, 31 October 2010
Suffering from schoolitis. This job would be OK if I were well, but I'm not.
My God, let me never forget that seasons of consolations are refreshments here, and nothing more. Here they are only intended to prepare us for doing and suffering. I pray you, my God, to give them to me from time to time, lest I go about my daily work in a dry spirit; but let me not rest in them. Let me use them for the purpose for which you gave them. Let them carry me forward to the thought and desire of heaven.
Blessed John Henry Newman, pray for us