Wednesday, March 10, 2010
"I want to tell you about my happiness. Yes, I want you to feel for just a moment, the happiness of belonging entirely to God, but there's no human language that can express the divine feelings in which my soul finds itself submerged. I've given Him everything, it's true, but I've also come to posses the One who is Everything. If your love and sacrifices make you love Him more, what can I tell you, when in God love knows no limit and His immolation of self can never be greater since His Wisdom has exhausted every possibility. Oh, though I want to love Him in an infinite degree; I feel more and more my inability and my flaws. I wish I could exhaust myself and die very quickly in order to love Him. But the sight of the sinful world, of the glacial coldness surrounding the altar keeps me back. Seeing it I would rather "suffer and not die." Yes, to suffer and not die that I may weep with the Divine Prisoner and console Him in His exile. I wish I could help people understand that the Eucharist is a heaven. Given that "heaven is only a tabernacle without doors, a Eucharist without veils," heaven is a never-ending Communion."
-- From a letter of St Teresa of the Andes, ocd