O Mighty Monarch of Heaven, yes, my soul finds rest in
seeing You, clothed in the form and nature of a slave, humbling Yourself to
wash the feet of Your apostles. I recall Your words that teach me how to
practice humility: "I have given you an example so that you may do what I
have done. The disciple is no greater than the Master. If you understand
this, happy are you if you put them into practice." Lord, I do understand
these words that came from Your gentle and humble heart and I want to practice
them with the help of Your grace.
I want truly humble myself and to submit my will to that of
my sisters. I do not wish to contradict them nor seek to see whether or not
they have the right to command me. O my Beloved, no one had the right over You
and yet you obeyed not only the Blessed Virgin and St. Joseph but even our
executioners. Now in the Sacred Host I see You at the height of Your
annihilations. How humble You are, O Divine King of Glory, to subject Yourself
to all Your priests without making any distinction between those who love You
and those who are, alas! lukewarm or cold in Your service....At their word, You
come down from Heaven. Whether they advance or delay the hour of the Holy
Sacrifice, you are always ready. O my Beloved, how gentle and humble of heart You seem under
the veil of the white Host! To teach me humility You cannot humble Yourself
further. Therefore, to respond to Your love, I desire that my sisters always
put me in the lowest place, and I want to convince myself that this place is
indeed mine.
I beg You, my Divine Jesus, to send me humiliations whenever
I try to set myself above others.
I know, O my God, that You humble the proud soul but to the
one who humiliate herself You give an eternity of glory. So I want to put
myself in the last rank and to share Your humiliations so as "to have a
share with You" in the kingdom of Heaven.
But, You know my weakness, Lord. Every morning I make a
resolution to practice humility and in the evening I recognize that I have
committed again many faults of pride. At this I am tempted to become discouraged
but I know that discouragement is also pride. Therefore, O my God, I want to
base my hope in You alone. Since You can do everything, deign to bring to birth
in my soul the virtue I desire. To obtain this grace of Your infinite mercy I
will very often repeat: "O Jesus, gentle and humble of heart, make my
heart like Yours!" (from "Prayers of St. Therese of Lisieux")
What persistence the Little Flower had. She never gave up asking Our Lord for humility. A real lesson to be learned.
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